Face Of The Shadow

The sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxury hotel restaurant, making the marble tabletop practically glow. Ava sat across from Parker, tablet propped up against her coffee cup, flipping through contracts while he worked on a plate of eggs Benedict like he hadn't just dropped life-changing money the night before.

Ere, perched comfortably on his lap, had upgraded from smug to downright regal, tail curling every so often as if to remind everyone she owned this space.

"So," Parker spoke up, voice casual but sharp, "what's the verdict on me owning a law firm?"

Ava looked up, lips pressing into a thin line. "You're really not letting that go, huh?"

Parker just raised a brow. "I don't half-ass things. Hit me with it."