Scared Money Don't Make Money 2

Jason worked diligently through the morning, his focus unbroken as he orchestrated the many moving parts of his life. By lunchtime, he leaned back in his chair, checked his phone, and saw Angela's message. She was already at the location for her daily work—a coffee shop downtown. 

Jason smirked. He grabbed his tailored suit jacket and stepped out into the brisk noon air. The city bustled, the cold wind weaving between buildings, nipping at passersby. Jason descended to the underground parking lot, where his sleek black car awaited. As he started the engine, the low growl echoed in the confined space. 

*Vroom!!*

Angela arrived first, sitting by the large window of the quaint coffee shop. She stared out, fingers idly tracing the rim of her cup. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her striking green eyes and the faintest smirk on her full lips.