It was eight in the morning as Sameer lay in bed, awake. I should get up. Not that there was a reason to; there was nowhere to go. It was strange, being at home, with no order to the day. Eating and sleeping all the time his idea of a perfect vacation. But this wasn't much fun. He felt like a prisoner. Going out to the golf course wasn't an option either. The newspapers had made him much too famous.

There was a job interview the week before. With a family run pharma company ...