In a small garden, with a mansion-like house standing behind and a few new buildings steadily rising at the front, there was a table set with all kinds of luxurious sweets.
There were trays of chocolate-dipped strawberries, delicate fruit tarts, flaky croissants, rich velvet cupcakes, and slices of layered opera cake — each one looking like it came straight from a high-end New York patisserie.
Two cups of freshly brewed coffee steamed in porcelain mugs beside them. It was a setup meant for relaxation between work — quiet, indulgent, and steeped in wealth.
Sitting around this table were two beautiful women, each with her own distinctive style.
"So, with the corporate procedures of the deal now finished, what's the next step?" Annabelle asked curiously as she sipped from her cup.
