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Gavin woke to his phone blaring at him. He slowly peeled his eyes open and found that it was still fairly dark outside, the sun barely having risen.
He fumbled for his phone and blinked against the harsh light the screen sent around the room, before his eyes focused on the time and the reason he had been woken up so suddenly.
The time read that it was barely seven am, and Geoff was the one who was ringing.
Why was Geoff calling so early?
Gavin debated whether he should pick up the phone. On the one hand, it was early and he went to bed late, sleep sounded so good to him right now.
On the other hand, Geoff rarely rang so early unless it was for an important reason.
Does Gavin:
Pick up the phone.
Let it go to voicemail.