Italy, Milan.
The six-thirty a.m. sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a beam into the dim room.
The first place it touched was the edge of the bed.
Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr—
Chiwo's smartwatch began to vibrate.
He slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the screen.
[Woke up three times in the middle of the night, deep sleep for one and a half hours]
Chiwo threw off the covers and muttered something softly, causing the automatic curtains to whirr open slowly.
"Another headache of a morning, hahaha!" Chiwo chuckled, stretching lazily under Milan's bright sun.
After washing up.
Chiwo walked downstairs into the garage and opened the car door.
Before he even sat down, the central screen started its automatic report.
"Christian, get your spirits up; it's another vibrant day!"
"Detected that you have eight tasks scheduled today."
"First, hold a full coaches' meeting to discuss the Serie A's 38th round against Juventus."
