At that moment Valentina parked her car quietly, the engine humming to a soft stop.
then she looked out through the windshield, half expecting to see a tall glass building with polished floors and mirrored windows. Something that screamed importance. Something that at least looked like it housed serious contracts worth millions.
But what she saw…A coffee shop?
She frowned slightly, narrowing her eyes to make sure she wasn't reading the sign wrong. No. It was exactly what it looked like—just a quiet, corner café with a modest logo and no valet or receptionist in sight.
Her first instinct was hesitation.
This can't be it.
At that moment her fingers tightened briefly on the steering wheel, debating if she should text Maria again. But the message had been clear. This was the place.
So she exhaled, took her bag, and stepped out of the car.
