"What about tonight?"
"I'm free tonight. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?"
"It's nothing urgent. I just wanted to chat for a bit."
"Okay, how about we go to Chef Roland's place for dinner tonight?"
"Let's eat out. I'll make a reservation and wait for you."
Ivy Holden guessed what June Grant wanted to talk about. Though she didn't want to discuss it further, she still agreed. "Okay. Send me the address after you've booked it."
Jensen Morrison was surprisingly efficient, and his communication with the master craftsmen went smoothly. In just one morning, all the design drafts were finalized.
At noon, Ivy Holden specially booked a high-end restaurant and invited the master craftsmen to a private room, treating them to a fine meal and drinks. She showered them with a basketful of compliments. Finally, she sent them all back to the factory in high spirits to start the work.
"Thanks, bro," Ivy Holden said to Jensen Morrison, her face beaming with a spring-like smile.
