Chapter Eighteen.

(Noah’s POV)

The first thing I hear when I opened my eyes was the sound of Judith’s voice on my voicemail.

Or rather, voices.

There were nine missed calls from her, each followed by a voicemail ranging from her usual polite tone to something that sounds like she’s seconds away from personally kicking down my front door.

I groaned, rolling onto my back. “If this isn’t about a deal worth at least a billion, she’s fired.”

Mia pokes her head into my bedroom doorway, holding a mug of coffee. “Morning, sleeping beauty. Your phone’s been screaming for the past hour. Thought you were dead.”

“Thanks for the concern,” I muttered, sitting up and grabbing the coffee from her. “What are you doing in my house this early?”

She shrugs, leaning against the doorframe. “You left the balcony doors unlocked last night. So technically, I didn’t break in.”

I gave her a flat look. “Mia.”

“Fine,” she says, smirking. “I came for breakfast. But looks like you were planning to sleep through the day, so…”

My phon