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Liam woke up sometime before 4:00 AM, surprisingly calm and clear-headed for someone who had spent a restless night on an office couch.

He picked up his iPhone from the floor, grimacing at the spiderweb cracks covering the screen.

Seconds after switching it on, the Apple logo flashed to life before his battery complained about being empty, and the screen went black again.

Ordinarily, he would have lost his shit because he could not be without a phone. Being off the grid even for half an hour meant he was losing money, but after the miserable night he'd had, a dead phone was way down the list of his priorities.

He had too many problems on his plate today. A multi-million Rand deal wasn't going to sign itself, and pushing it off again was not an option. He called his assistant from his office line.

Wide awake and buzzing from her second cup of coffee, Gibby answered almost immediately and promised to bring him a change of clothing and a new phon