95 Is she Genuine?

William Zheng woke to the sound of his cellphone ringing. He rubbed his face and shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight shining in through the open drapes in the hotel suite.

He rolled onto his side with the intention of stealing a kiss from the sleeping beauty, but instead he was met with a cold, empty half of the bed.

"Mmm..." he groaned and picked up his cellphone.

"What?" he said plainly.

Andrew laughed over the line.

"Good morning to you too beautiful. Now hurry up and get to the office, there's a ton of papers here and I need your signature for some new deals."

Will yawned, "Fine, I'll be there in twenty."

...

He got out of the shower and opened his suitcase and picked out a generic black suit and a white shirt.

A quick call to room-service ensured the suit would be pressed and returned in ten minutes max, and while he waited for the dry-cleaning to arrive he poured himself a glass of orange juice with a trusty dash of vodka.