The hotel occupied the upper floors of a luxurious skyscraper in the center of Tokyo, far enough from the busiest streets that the city noise reached only as a muffled murmur through the enormous panoramic windows. The presidential suite was absurdly large, composed of integrated rooms, soft indirect lighting, modern furniture, and a comfortable silence typical of places too expensive to allow for ordinary human chaos. City light filtered through the tinted windows and scattered bluish reflections across the dark carpet as dawn slowly approached outside.
