The sun had only just begun to rise over the Persian Gulf, a thin ribbon of gold stretching across the horizon.
From the 160th floor of the Burj Khalifa, the city of Dubai shimmered like a mirage. The glass towers below caught the first rays of daylight, their reflections bending across the desert haze.
Liam paused for a moment by the window, his eyes on the sprawling city beneath him. From this height, everything looked distant—silent highways and sleeping neighborhoods. He could almost forget that in an hour or two, he'd be sitting across from one of the most powerful men in the Middle East.
He stayed there for another few seconds, watching sunlight spill across the coastline before finally pulling himself away, walking into the bathroom to start his day.
By the time he emerged, the maids had already arranged his clothes on the couch. He dressed quietly, sliding into the outfit.
