Zack shot Ethan a smirk before answering, "I'm doing it with one of my friends, he's an investor."
The woman on the other end of the line let out a soft laugh. "Now that is interesting. I'm intrigued to know more about what I'm about to put my hands on and this…. Friend of yours. When's the meeting?"
Zack glanced at Ethan for confirmation.
Ethan, still relaxed in his seat, simply raised two fingers — two hours from now.
"Two hours," Zack relayed. "Fancy restaurant, private dining area. You in?"
"Send me the location," she said smoothly. "I'll be there."
The call ended, and Zack let out a satisfied chuckle, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
"And that, my friend, is how you make things happen."
Ethan exhaled, standing up from his chair. "We'll see how the meeting goes first."
With that, they left the resort behind, heading back to Ethan's Porsche.