Los Angeles, California
Daniel Conley leaned back in his office chair, the afternoon sun spilling through the glass wall behind him.
From up here, he could see most of Century City, the endless streams of traffic below.
The sky was clear and it had the kind of calm blue that made even the most chaotic workday feel deceptively peaceful.
It was a good day. A blessed day, even.
The Bellemere Family Office was running smoothly.
Daniel sipped his coffee and exhaled slowly, the faint aroma mixing with the smell of polished wood and paperwork.
The monitors on his desk displayed the usual—market tickers, transaction summaries, trust holdings—all perfectly balanced.
His thoughts drifted briefly to Dubai, picturing Liam and his friends there, laughing, exploring, enjoying the kind of life that money couldn't really buy—because it was built from something beyond wealth.
Daniel smiled proudly. The thought of Liam, still so young yet so impossibly composed, always amused him.
