Frank woke up before dawn. The house was quiet except for the soft breathing of the lady by his side. He reached for his phone and, without thinking, opened the Global Competition leaderboard.
The numbers hit him like a punch.
"Wait—what the—" he muttered, swearing under his breath as he sat up instantly. He refreshed. The page blinked. Same figures. Clear figures. Dayo had moved two positions up and was now within reach of surpassing him.
He slammed his palm on the counter. A vase trembled, and a few papers scattered on the floor. He paced.
The lady stirred, her voice soft and sleepy. "Eh… are you okay?"
Frank shot her a hard look, his anger barely contained. "Thanks for yesterday. I have your number. I'll send you something."
"I don't—"
"Forget it," Frank cut her off sharply. "Just forget what you saw today."
He grabbed his phone again and called his agent, Victor.
