Meanwhile, inside the lavish restaurant, Fiona waited patiently for Daniel.
Soft golden lights reflected off crystal chandeliers, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors.
Fiona sat at a secluded table near the window, her posture composed, her expression carefully rehearsed. She had dressed with intention, an elegant gown clinging to her figure, its daring cut designed to draw attention and leave an impression.
She knew exactly what she was doing. Heads turned as servers passed by, more than a few glances lingering longer than necessary.
Ever since she had been informed that Daniel had agreed to meet her outside the company, anticipation had coursed through her.
The meeting had been delayed far too long, and the waiting only heightened her resolve. Tonight was important. Tonight, she needed him to listen.
When Daniel finally arrived, his presence shifted the air around him. Calm. Commanding. Unreadable.
