23– Part of the plan

Hew was on standby, sitting in front of his laptop since half past four this morning. He lifted his glasses and then rubbed his itchy eyes. He had an eye condition known as keratoconus. He's had it since he was twelve. And ever since then, he's worn glasses.

There was scuffling so he turned to see what it was. It was Brainiac, he's five year old cat. She had just stumbled out of her sleeping basket and was walking up to him. He waited for her to reach his rotating chair. He then picked her up and held her to face him.

“Not now, Brainiac, I have some important work to do today. This right here could go so right or terribly wrong. And if it goes wrong, I'll be dead and you will have to get a new owner, and you know none of my family members are keen on cats. They're more of a people person, meaning they prefer homo sapiens over pets. Like who chooses a person over a cat? I know Brainiac, even I fail to comprehend until this very day—” He stopped his one on one with the cat when his pho