TANISHA
Christof’s gaze was focused out the car window, with one hands on his knee, the other on his bearded chin. Posture perfect as always, watching the city like it answered to him.
I cleared my throat to get his attention. He turned to me, looking annoyed. Like I interrupted his sacred thought process.
“Mr. Gustavo, I, um… finalized the outline for your week. And I also—” I paused, because his gaze pinned me with sharp, mildly bored attention. “—I prepared a few options for your anniversary plans with Ms. Pepa.”
At the mention of Pepa, his expression softened a fraction. Like a glacier performing a magic trick.
“Let’s hear it,” he said.
I nodded, flipping open my notebook. “So, I started with the basics, flowers, gifts, locations. But I wanted something more curated, somethin
