The next morning came slowly.
The soft Dubai sunlight slipped through the tall curtains, spreading across the room in a bright sheet. It was past ten already, but Liam made no effort to move. He lay on his back, staring quietly at the ceiling.
His mind felt heavy. He was feeling tired but rather, his mind felt full. He had slept well. His body felt fine. But something inside him felt stuck.
He exhaled softly and placed an arm across his forehead.
He has a meeting with the Qatari representative tomorrow. After that, he planned to fly out of Dubai the following day.
That wasn't the problem.The problem was what came after.
He did not want to return to the United States. He knew he needed to though. The upcoming meeting with the JP Morgan CEO was important.
But the idea of going back to the same place, the same apartment, the same routine… made him feel trapped.
