In the top presidential suite.

Brian shook off his weariness with a refreshing shower.

He dried his damp hair and booted up his computer to deal with the pile-up of business tasks.

The back-to-back international conferences had spanned nearly three hours, and after they concluded, he massaged his temples, noting the lateness of the hour.

It was nearing midnight. Despite the accumulated fatigue nudging him towards a peaceful slumber in her embrace, his wife was adamant about discussing their compatibility.