Isabella's nerves were palpable, but Timothy's reassuring presence beside her helped to steady her firmness.
As they approached the café, they spotted Mr. Smith through the large windows, already seated at a corner table. His stern demeanor was unmistakable, even from a distance.
Isabella took a deep breath, and with Timothy's gentle squeeze on her hand, they entered the café.
Mr. Smith looked up from his files, recognizing them with a curt nod. They made their way to his table,
"Good morning, Mr. Smith," Isabella greeted him.
"Good morning, Isabella, Timothy," Mr. Smith replied, his tone businesslike. "Please, have a seat."
They took their seats across from him, the table between them laden with files and documents. Without wasting any time, Mr. Smith opened a thick folder and spre
