The hangover was progressing nicely. He reached for the capsules, some smart drugs or something. He could have explained how they worked… but not this morning. The windows were filtering the morning sun, gradually clearing but perhaps a little too quickly. He was enough of a professional to know he had a breakfast appointment, in fact back-to-back meetings most of the day. The celebrity voice, told him how long he had and that his boss in London was waiting for the live data and reports on each meeting. He wished his AI luck and sent it off to the breakfast.
