Nancy’s ex-boyfriend is dead.

In Brad's spacious and well-lit residence, the two friends, Christopher and Brad, had spent a productive afternoon working together. Their joint efforts yielded a set of robust project ideas that left them satisfied and hopeful for their client's approval.

As they contemplated their next steps, Brad, holding a stack of documents, broke the silence. "I'll schedule a meeting with Mr. Anderson."

His focus remained fixed on the paperwork, his mind already racing ahead to the business plans they were formulating.

Christopher, packing up his belongings, agreed to the plan. His eagerness to expedite the process was palpable as he expressed his desire. "All right. Let's do it fast. I don't want to delay it any longer." He checked his wristwatch. "I'll go home now."

Have dinner with me," Brad invited. "Ana will be back in a few hours. We will eat together."