"Liam, I can't go to the U.S. right now. Handle things over there as best you can…"
On the other end, Liam paused. "Boss, the situation here is dire. I'm worried, but I will do my best to manage it."
"Yes, let me know if there are any issues." Kingsly's fingers ran through the dark strands of hair scattered across his thigh.
"Yes, sir."
In her sleep, Rachel Foster faintly heard some soft sounds. She was always a light sleeper and was on the verge of waking, yet the lingering drowsiness kept her under for a moment longer.
She should have woken up by now; her waist ached from lying in bed all day, a silent protest against her slumber. Without further struggle, she opened her eyes, still groggy.
After finishing his call with Liam, Kingsly noticed Rachel, her eyes heavy with sleep, looking at him.
"Awake, huh?" Kingsly flashed her a doting smile.
"You haven't left yet…" She nodded, the bright light from the window making it clear it was no longer an extended morning.
