"Pick up the phone, Jared. Pick up the phone." Preston paced back and forth in an almost empty corridor before settling near the window, with his back leaning against it.
"Pick up the damn phone." He gritted his teeth as he observed the nurse at the other end carrying a tray.
The call ended. But Preston did not give up. Instead, he dialed Jared's number repeatedly until the man picked up the call.
"Preston, why are you hellbent on ruining my sleep?" Jared's groggy voice filled his ears and Preston rolled his eyes at the man's carelessness and ignorance. The world was on fire and his cover was about to be blown. But the man who had promised to handle everything for him was in the dark and was even in the mood to have a good nap.
Preston was beyond irked and clutched the phone tight. "Jared, I am about to be shot with a bullet and you are in the mood to nap. Do you want me to die?"
