The 3 AM Blueprint Chapter 2

At 3:00 AM, after finally getting the time-traveling toddler to sleep, I was tossing and turning.

I looked at Bean, sleeping soundly, smacking his lips in a dream.

Like possessed by a ghost, I opened WeChat and found my boss’s contact.

Our chat history was a wall of business. Files, meeting minutes, schedules.

I typed the message.

"Do you want a baby?"

Ten minutes later.

"Meeting at 8:30 AM. Have the pitch deck ready."

I looked at the text. I looked at the time.

I gritted my teeth and got up to work for the capitalist machine.

Serves him right for being single at thirty! Go marry your spreadsheets!