Sitting inside the restaurant that belonged to the Rosavere Company, Lackey and Secretary quietly ate their lunch.
Only the faint clinking of cutlery echoed in the private room.
Though the secretary tried to focus on her meal, her mind refused to stay still.
She was confused by Lackey's actions.
'He even booked a private room for us… Why would he do that?' she wondered, her fingers tightening slightly around her spoon.
Her eyes wandered around the room again, slower this time.
It wasn't overly spacious, but it was refined, carefully arranged to give comfort without excess. The dim lighting cast a gentle glow over the polished table, and the walls muted any noise from outside, creating an intimate silence.
This was her first time stepping onto the second floor, a place she had only ever heard about in passing.
