The first light of morning slipped through the panoramic glass of Liam's bedroom, painting soft gold across the marble floor. Dubai's skyline was still hazy with dawn mist.
Liam had already woken up a few minutes ago but he was still on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He remembered what day it was and sighed.
Today, he had a meeting with the Saudi Arabian representative.
He briefly thought about canceling. The idea lingered for a heartbeat then he dismissed it. He was the one who had accepted their invitation, after all.
Besides, he already knew the reason for their sudden "interest": curiosity. Everyone wanted to know how a young man, own a private A380, and live as quietly as he did. Especially when even governments couldn't trace his financial beginnings.
Still, the thought of sitting through another diplomatic performance made him feel tired already.
