As the morning sun rose from the horizon, its golden rays touched the white, huge mansion on the small island bathing it in a gentle, warm light that made it shine like a jewel in the quiet dawn.
Seated on the terrace of the mansion which originally belonged to Neil Wayner with a cup of morning coffee and a laptop and a few documents on his desk, Liam looked toward the railing as the mansion's caretaker swore under his breath and glared at an approaching group of reporters.
The caretaker was a middle-aged man with gray hair and aging blue eyes. He looked down at the reporters and turned to Liam, "They never listen, they're back again. You might want to go back inside." He warned Liam as they began to set up their cameras upon spotting Liam on the terrace.
"He's up there! Mr. Wayner, we've come a long way to have a word with you!" yelled one of the reporters with an accent in his English.
