Clive Anderson had just been informed that his new client—a very young one, no less—would be meeting him at his hotel.
He found out that the very hotel he was staying in was owned by none other than Eric Dawson himself.
At first, he assumed he would be working for John Dawson, but upon learning more, he realized that despite his youth, Eric was an even bigger shot than his high-profile businessman father.
Clive entered Eric's CEO office, only to find it empty. Letting himself in, he settled onto the couch to wait for his arrival.
'In my 38 years as an aide, I've never been more excited yet nervous to work for a new client,' Clive thought.
'I was trafficked from Scotland as a child, torn from everything I knew. In my struggle, I somehow killed my owner—a moment of sheer desperation that granted me a fleeting chance at freedom.
I slipped away unnoticed, wandering through unfamiliar streets in a foreign land, lost and alone.
