Olivia O.(1/2)
The early morning sun filtered through the curtains of Jack's room at The Oberoi Hotel, casting a warm, golden hue over the luxurious interior. Jack had always appreciated the calm mornings here, the silence before the world outside began to stir. Today, though, was different. His yacht, Olivia O, was waiting at Mumbai Port, and the anticipation of the journey ahead filled the air with a sense of purpose.
At exactly 7:30 AM, Jack exited his suite. He had a crisp, tailored suit on, a shade of charcoal gray that complemented his sleek black hair. His steps were purposeful as he made his way toward the hotel's entrance, where a chauffeur-driven car awaited him. The black sedan was a symbol of efficiency, always on time and always in place. The chauffeur, dressed in a neat uniform, stood by the door with a polite nod.
"Good morning, Mr. Jack," he greeted with respect, opening the door to the car.