Samuel was practically bouncing on his heels as they walked down the paved, lantern-lit path, his voice brimming with the kind of enthusiasm that could power a small city.
"And here's our amazing clubhouse," he announced, sweeping an arm like he was revealing a palace. "The gym's like something out of a sci-fi movie, full holographic training displays, smart treadmills, you name it. And don't even get me started on the restaurant. Trust me, it puts five-star hotels to shame."
Amelia kept a calm pace beside him, her sharp, observant eyes quietly taking in the gleaming glass walls, the manicured hedges, and the gold-lettered signage that looked like it belonged in a luxury lifestyle magazine. She wasn't easily impressed, but she could admit it—leave it to Blake Enterprise to turn an ordinary neighborhood into something straight out of a billionaire's brochure.
