After hanging up the phone, Liam couldn't help but glance at his watch; it was 5:42 PM. The wall lamps in the presidential suite's study at The Pierre emitted a soft, warm glow, chasing away the early evening shadows.
The study, while slightly compact compared to the grand living room, was impeccably furnished. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, and a heavy mahogany desk anchored the space. A pale cream Persian rug covered the floor, and a vintage Tiffany-style floor lamp gleamed in the corner, its stained glass casting colorful patterns.
Behind the desk, the heavy velvet curtains were drawn back just enough to reveal the Manhattan skyline. The afterglow of the setting sun bled across the skyscrapers of the Upper East Side, imbuing the city with that restless, electric energy
