"So you're certain, sir?" Daniel asked after a brief silence.
"Completely," Liam replied, his tone smooth and unhurried. "We'll accept the White House invitation. I'll attend the meeting tomorrow."
Daniel inclined his head slightly, noting the decision in his tablet.
"And the other invitations?"
"Also accepted," Liam said.
Daniel looked up. "Strategically, it's a bold move, sir. The optics—"
"—will keep them guessing," Liam cut in gently. "The Americans will stay alert, paranoid I might shift allegiance. The others will watch closely, desperate to court me."
He leaned back in his chair, fingertips pressed together. "Schedule my White House meeting for tomorrow. I'll give them their polite conversation, smile for their cameras, and tell them nothing useful. Then, two or three days later, arrange the flight to Dubai."
