Justin Battleson's gaze deepened slightly as he looked up at the small villa in front of him, with the thick, light-colored curtains pulled tightly shut.
It was peacefully silent, without any sign of movement, suggesting that the owner had not yet woken up.
He chuckled, "I'm downstairs."
A second, two seconds…
Charlotte Thompson's blurry thoughts were finally awakened.
She shot up from her seat with a startled look in her eyes and an involuntarily raised voice.
She glanced at the time; it was not yet seven.
"You're downstairs now!?"
Justin Battleson nonchalantly responded with a "Hmm," reminding her, "I already informed you last night that I'd be taking you to the company for orientation this morning, but you cut me off."
Like being hit over the head with a sledgehammer, Charlotte vaguely recalled Justin mentioning it, but she hadn't heard him clearly.
After hanging up the phone, she hastily got out of bed and quickly packed her things before going downstairs.