It’s annoying how well I sleep in my new bed.
I wake up at quarter to six, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Then I remember who’s responsible for my record-setting night of REM, and I get grumpy all over again.
But it’s fine. It doesn’t matter.
I’m ready to take on the world today—or, well, if not quite the world, then at the very least, I’m ready to take on the evil ne’er-do-wells of Sunshield Insurance, my employer and enemy du jour.
Armed with all my things—another item to be grumpy about: Andrey was right that it took only one trip for his men to bring my stuff to my new residence—I do some light yoga on the deck, followed by a twenty-minute dip in the pool.
By seven, I’m dressed in my favorite black slacks-white shirt combo, and it’s go time. All I need is a little breakfast pick-me
