Chapter 200 Dreams
- Levi Van Holt ran on autopilot for fourteen hours, fuelled by the strongest coffee he could find at various layovers. But he crashed almost immediately under a wave of exhaustion when he reached his office.
- For a minute or maybe longer, he remained in his seat in the back of the Uber, unable to move, dreading the night ahead.
- "Sir, are we at the right place?" Eyebrow raised, the driver turned in his seat.