Room For Negotiation

Few hours earlier...

The soft hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of silverware echoed through the elegant interior of Scheur's, one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city, renowned for its masterful fusion dishes. Sunlight filtered through the large arched windows, casting golden patterns across the pristine white tablecloths. Evander sat alone at a corner table, a cup of black coffee in front of him, its steam curling lazily into the air.

Evander's sharp eyes flicked to his watch—Kai Robinson was ten minutes late.

With a faint click of annoyance, he brought the cup to his lips, taking a measured sip. His reflection mirrored back at him from the glossy window as he gazed outside, the city bustling beyond the glass.