SIMOUN'S POV
I woke up the next morning with more of an appetite than I had experienced in weeks. My stomach rumbled so badly it made my head hurt. I reached over for the phone beside my bed and dialed the kitchen box, then ordered a buffet of food. Pancakes and bacon with syrup on the side. Orange juice and champagne to make my own mimosas. Lox bagels with smoked salmon shavings and fresh fruit. Toast and butter with an assortment of jams.
My mouth was watering by the time I hung up the phone. Today I myself will give a speech, and I really need to prepare for that now. I slid from bed and wrapped a robe around my body, resolving myself to a day of desk work. I pulled out my small cue cards and sat down, waiting for my breakfast as I reached for a pen. I had the smallest outline of a s
