After the whole deal was signed and sealed, Nicolas felt like he was walking on clouds. The contract was safely stored in his briefcase, the signatures fresh, the promises of wealth and power still echoing in his ears.
He had done it!
He had secured the investment that would change everything. Leonardo Moretti would lose. Hazel would come back to him. The world would finally see Nicolas Vale for what he truly was: a winner.
He decided to celebrate. There was a restaurant across from his company, a popular spot known for its elegant ambiance and celebrity clientele. Nicolas had been meaning to go for weeks, but he had been too busy, too stressed, too consumed by the deal. Now, with everything finally falling into place, he deserved to treat himself.
He drove himself, refusing to let his assistant accompany him. This was his moment. His victory. He wanted to savor it alone.
