Not exactly businesslike

Since the meeting was a success, Nebula suggested they eat out in a restaurant she had already reserved for the evening, to celebrate their victory.

As the sun dipped below Tokyo's skyline, George and Nebula's car pulled up to an exclusive restaurant nestled in the heart of Ginza. The establishment, known as "Sakura Lounge," was housed in a sleek building with a façade of dark glass and polished steel. A discreet gold plaque by the door was the only indication of its presence.

George stepped out first, adjusting his suit before offering his hand to Nebula. She emerged gracefully, her burgundy blazer and black pencil skirt ensemble still impeccable despite the long day. The click of her stilettos on the pavement seemed to echo in the quiet street.

A smartly dressed waiter greeted them at the door with a deep bow. "Welcome to Sakura Lounge. Your table is ready, Ms. Oxblood, Mr. Morgan."