Chapter 2

This afternoon, I was making a phone call with an important client. When we were about to discuss the key agenda, I felt that familiar sense of sleepiness again.

I kept pinching my thigh. My fingernails were digging into my flesh, but my eyes were still glued shut.

I was woken up by the client’s impatient voice.

“Mr. Callum, are you there? Mr. Callum!”

I came back to my senses and immediately apologized. However, the client had already lost his patience. He had hung up on me.

I put down my phone dispiritedly, and when I looked up, I met Justin’s smug eyes.

Heather walked over, seeming disappointed.

“Nick, what’s going on with you? We’ve been working on Mr. White’s case for almost two months. How can you suddenly drop the ball on us?”

I was disgusted by her hypocrisy.

“I…”

I wanted to say something, but I realized I did not even have the strength to explain.

That bone-deep exhaustion was drowning my will slowly.

I had to find out how this bug was planted in me. Otherwise, not only would I lose my job, but I would repeat the past and end up dead due to narcolepsy.

“Nick! Wake up!”

I heard a furious roar and immediately woke up from my deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the furious face of my boss, Peter Swift.

I frantically stood up. My jacket slipped onto the floor.

“How dare you, Nick?!” Peter pointed at me as he was shaking in rage.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve to fall so soundly asleep during working hours!

“Don’t think that just because you closed a few big deals that you can do whatever you want in the office!”

My head spun as he scolded me. I looked around helplessly.

My colleagues hung their heads and pretended to be occupied with work, but it was obvious that they were enjoying my suffering.

In the end, I looked at Justin. He flashed me a smug smile.

That smile broke all my defenses.

I lost control and yelled at him, “Justin, it’s you! You’re the one who caused me to be this sleepy! Tell me, when did you do this to me?”

My voice was sharp, and the entire office immediately became silent.

Justin was shocked. He immediately put on an innocent expression as if he was wronged.

“Nick, you must be dreaming. I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

Heather immediately came forward and protected Justin. She said righteously, “Nick, what are you trying to say? You’re the one who was sleeping. Why are you blaming Justin?

“Justin was afraid that you would get cold, so he put a jacket on you. Instead, you’re shifting the blame to him! Do you even have a conscience?”

Jacket!

“That’s right! The jacket!”

I had an eureka moment and immediately understood the situation.

I immediately bent down and picked up Justin’s jacket and ran toward him like a madman.

I could not care less about my reputation. I roared, “Justin! Did you do something to this jacket to make me sleepy? Tell me! Why did you do that?”