Amara’s POV
After nearly thirty minutes of waiting, I entered the winery to search for the bottle the client had requested. Someone in the winery asked me, "Are you looking for a wine, Miss?"
With a nod, I said, "Yes."
He offered me a bottle of red wine, and he smiled at me, “This wine was preserved from 1981. Handle it with care, dear. This is Sir Parker’s favorite wine.”
I bit my lower lip, “Château Petrus?”
The old man smiled warmly at me, “It’s six thousand euros, my dear! So expensive. So you had better handle it with care, okay?”
I hold it tightly while nodding my head, “Oh my god, really?”
“Yeah, I’ll be closing the winery now.” he said, and I said while lowering my head, “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
The guards opened the double doors for me as I walked down
