The following day was a Saturday. And being a weekend without Italian Serie A matches, it was a relaxing one for Zachary, who had just moved into his new mansion.
He awoke to the rays of the already-risen sun streaming through the shy gap of the window curtain and shining into his eyes. Squinting slightly, he pivoted his gaze on the elegant clock hanging on the opposite wall as he shook off the remaining dregs of sleep.
The next moment, his heart shook with amazement as he learned it was already 10:00 AM. It seemed the comfort afforded by the new mansion was already impacting his work ethic. Without realizing it, he'd slept for so long and even delayed his morning exercise routine.
"Bzzt Bzzzt! Bzzt Bzzzt!"
Zachary's phone started vibrating from the bedside table, breaking him away from his thoughts. Picking it up, he realized the incoming call was from Emily, his agent. He immediately pressed the accept button and positioned the phone against his ear.
