Liam's POV
The following morning, I was at the airport by 5 AM, impeccably dressed in my best Armani suit, Italian leather briefcase in hand. I'd barely slept, too wired with anticipation, but I didn't feel tired. Excitement and the promise of victory had me operating at peak efficiency
The flight to Boston was smooth, and I used the time to review all our previous materials on the Reign project, refreshing my memory on the details James might want to discuss. By the time we landed, I felt confident and prepared.
The Ever Green Hotel was, as expected, the epitome of luxury. I checked in, unpacked my overnight bag, and ordered room service—a steak dinner and a bottle of their best red wine. As I ate, I rehearsed different scenarios for the morning meeting, anticipating questions, planning my responses.
