Cynthia looked up at the sky, marveling at the full moon above.
A breeze blew from the river, ruffling the stray strands of hair on her forehead.
Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulders, and warmth enveloped her body. A black suit jacket draped over her slender shoulders, bringing with it a familiar scent of tobacco mixed with a hint of cologne. Behind her, she could hear the steady heartbeat of a man.
Cynthia turned around and, under the moonlight, saw the familiar, handsome face. She opened her mouth, and the name slipped out.
"Andrew!"
"It's me. Why do you look so surprised to see me?"
There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.
How could she not be surprised? Only Gloria knew about the negotiations. Could it be that...
As if to confirm her thoughts, Andrew's deep, magneti
