It was finally the weekend. Three days had passed since Devon’s challenge and the System’s new mission appeared.
William had spent those days preparing—refining his public image, studying investor names, and making sure every detail about Haven Brew was sharp enough to impress.
Now, as the evening arrived, the mirror caught the faint glow of the dressing room lights, reflecting the calm expression of a man who no longer looked like the café owner he once was.
William adjusted his bow tie, studying his reflection carefully. The tuxedo fit perfectly—sleek black fabric, silver cufflinks, a clean white shirt that hinted at quiet authority.
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On the counter beside him, his phone vibrated once.
> [Mission Reminder: The Hamilton Gala.]
[Countdown: 1 Hour.]
He exhaled, slipped the phon
