The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains as George stirred from his restless sleep. He blinked, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before remembering where he was - a luxurious hotel suite in Tokyo, sharing a room with Nebula Oxblood.
Glancing over, he saw Nebula was already awake, sitting up in bed with her tablet in hand. Her hair, usually so perfectly styled, was charmingly tousled from sleep.
"Good morning, George," she said, her voice crisp despite the early hour. "I hope you managed to get some rest."
George nodded, stretching as he sat up. "As much as I could. Big day ahead."
They took turns in the spacious bathroom, each emerging impeccably dressed for the day's crucial meeting. George wore a sharp charcoal gray suit with a pale blue shirt and a navy tie. The outfit, tailored to perfection, made him feel confident and professional.