Morris's POV
The New Fisher skyline welcomed us with its imposing silhouette as we arrived for our first meeting with the clients. After a productive discussion outlining their requirements and sharing information, we scheduled a golf game for the following morning. Jason was tasked with contacting Monica to obtain the additional data we needed.
That evening, seeking relaxation, we found ourselves at a trendy Brooklyn bar. As I sipped my whiskey, engaged in conversation with Darren and Jason, a delicate touch on my shoulder preceded a hauntingly familiar voice.
"You've become even more handsome with age."
I turned, already certain of who I'd find. Kyra stood there, ravishing as ever. Her black hair now styled in a sleek bob, her figure still slim and tall, though her chest appeared noticeably fuller than I recalled—clearly surgical enhancement.
"Kyra! What a surprise after all these years. How have you been?" I greeted her with a casual peck on the cheek.
