Detail Book

The story opens in a London hotel with the focus on an unlikely group of individuals whose lives intersect in unexpected ways, exploring the complexities of wealth, identity, and connection.

You may have seen them before... Their skin tanned by the sun, their muscles sturdy from physical labour, and their hands coarse. They may have been wearing cheap sarongs, or creased trousers made out of second-rate fabric, with shabby foam flip flops as they entered the bank, the finance company, or the land department to buy or sell land deeds.

But if you had peered at their savings account books, their promissory notes, or the land deeds where their names were printed, you would have seen at least seven figures.

Eight figures would not have been unusual. Yes, they are billionaires, but they are not the sort of billionaires that wear expensive suits and drive flashy Mercedes Benzes. They've never heard of Pierre Cardin, Balmain, or Gucci, or the Napalai Ballroom at the Dusit Thani, and they've never stepped on the smooth grass of a golf course. Their rough bare feet are accustomed to the soil, and they prefer the fresh air of the country to air conditioning.