Zeke woke up the following morning exhausted and downright irritable.
He fought with his blankets, as he mentally reviewed the day. He was desperate to feign illness, and nap until the afternoon, but he had too many important meetings to attend. The first was with security personnel, to go over additional security measures to implement at the compound. The second was with Azia, to discuss their wedding.
It felt like a dozen butterflies had suddenly learned to fly in the pit of his stomach.
The security meeting was crucial, technical, and almost impossible for Zeke to pay attention to. Several guards kept side-eyeing him during the meeting, expecting him to offer up questions or constructive criticisms to their plans, as he was prone to do. All Zeke could do was stare at the documents in front of him and fight with his eyelids to remain open.