As David slowly opened his eyes, the warm sunlight peeking through the curtains cast a gentle glow on his room, illuminating the faint scent of freshly laundered sheets.
He stretched, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves coursing through his veins like the gentle hum of the air purifier in the corner.
Today was the day he would head to NeuroSpark's headquarters.
He sat up, noticing the tidy room, with his clothes laid out on the valet stand, and his bathroom steaming with a freshly drawn bath, the mirror fogged with condensation.
Emma, the maid, was quietly setting out his shoes, her movements almost silent on the plush carpet.
"Good morning, Young Master David," she said softly, with a slight bow, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I have laid out your suit for the day. Shall I help you with your bath?"
