#Chapter 130

Warren

Someone nudges my foot and sleep evaporates from my senses.

"Wake up Archer." The infuriating voice of Michael makes me blink my eyes.

"Is it morning?" I rub my eyes and then look around the hallway. There's no window for me to look outside and inspect the world.

"It's past five AM." Michael walks into his room, but this time leaves the door open.

Standing up I get rid of my tie and give my throat some space to breathe as I unbutton the top three buttons.

The room is relatively clean and in tidy condition, unlike the cobwebs and pungent smell lurking in the hallway.

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