The restaurant sat above the harbor district on the thirty-second floor.
Glass walls.
Dark tables.
Low lights reflecting across polished floors.
Private booths lined the far side near the windows while servers moved quietly between tables carrying wine bottles and silver trays.
Elena stepped out of the elevator first.
Black coat over a dark fitted dress.
Hair tied back cleanly.
Alexander followed beside her wearing a charcoal suit and carrying a slim tablet case under one arm.
He checked the reservation message again before they crossed the lobby.
"West room," he said.
"I know."
"You didn't read the email."
"I read enough."
A hostess approached immediately.
"Ms. Vale?"
Elena nodded once.
"This way."
They followed her past the main dining area toward a quieter section separated by smoked glass panels.
Three investors already sat at the table.
Clean suits.
Folded hands.
Water glasses untouched.
One older man stood first.
"Ms. Vale. Finally."
