The morning sun phased through the towering floor to ceiling glass windows, casting a golden shade across the expansive bedroom. Maximus stirred beneath the milk coloured, silk sheets, the light dancing across his chiseled features as his eyes fluttered open.
The mansion was silent and peaceful as always in the morning, as it should be. That was the way he liked it, believing that someone who uses his brain a large proportion of the time would very much need quality sleep.
He blinked at the analogue clock on his nightstand. Still a lots of hours to kill before attending todays agenda— the event was to be held in the evening. The much-anticipated auction was happening tonight.
He reached for his phone, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as one person came to mind.
He dialed the number swiftly.
After a few rings, the line picked up.
