On the red velvet couch inside the private lounge, Max Kosonen lounged comfortably in long brown trousers, his black shirt unbuttoned, beige vest tossed aside.
He'd rushed here the moment he heard his men had successfully delivered his invitation to the girl, and now he was enjoying an espresso martini to give his system a boost.
The game he had long anticipated had finally begun.
The girl stepped inside, her face fully covered, a boba tea in her hand.
He raised a brow, first at her outfit, then at the plastic cup, but with that honey-blonde hair, there was no mistaking who she was.
"Ms. Sepala," he said with an easy smile, rising from his seat and pressing a kiss to her hand. "What a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect you'd accept my invitation. Come, have a seat."
Behind the mask, the corner of Kaija's mouth twitched faintly.
So the mysterious powerful man turned out to be Max Kosonen.
