The Love of Money I – Chapter 06: Help Wanted
Tuesday, 8:00 am My alarm pulled me directly out of a REM cycle with the noisy jingle of some factory-made generic tune, and I was in no mood to put up with its bullshit. Fingers blindly searched the side table beside the bed to find my phone; once they’d located it, I swiped at the area on the screen that would turn off the alarm completely. I was in a strange bedroom. My eyes were still closed, but there were other signs including the feel of an unfamiliar pillow under my head, the lack of noisy air conditioning, and the faint smell of whatever they used in hotel rooms to make them smell new mingled with a flowery scent. Confused, I started working through the mind fog to put the pieces together of what happened …