That simple promise made Abigail pause. She turned back to look at Rebecca with a bright smile on her face, one full of new trust and connection.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Really."
Rebecca gave her a small nod. "Go get it done."
With that, Abigail stepped out of the room, her heart feeling light but focused. She knew where she was headed, and she was going there with clarity. Her heels clicked gently down the hallway as she made her way to where her meeting would take place, her mind steady, her resolve sharper than ever.
At that moment, as Abigail arrived at the meeting venue, she paused briefly outside the entrance of the restaurant. It was sleek, high-end, and clearly reserved exclusively for the occasion. Through the tall, tinted glass, she could see the emptiness inside. Not a single guest, no sounds of clinking cutlery or soft chatter just silence and polished decor that reflected a place too elegant to be this deserted. The air around it was still, almost tense.
