Zack pulled into the driveway of Atlas, his hands steady on the wheel as the tires crunched softly against the pavement.
The morning sun cast an orange glow over the sleek architecture of the resort, making the glass windows shimmer.
The air was crisp, carrying the scent of the ocean mixed with the faint fragrance of freshly cut grass.
As he parked, his eyes flickered to Ethan's Porsche, already stationed in its usual spot.
'So, he beat me here.'
Not that it surprised him.
He had been oversleeping, the pillow was far too soft.
Zack sighed, running a hand through his hair as he checked his watch.
7:02 AM.
The resort officially opened at 8 AM, which meant he had less than an hour to go over the final details.
There was still plenty of time, but Zack knew better than to slack off.
He stepped out of his car, stretching slightly as he made his way toward the front entrance.