"Do you care for lunch?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Gina hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Ummm, sure, I'll love to," she replied finally, her voice barely above a whisper. She was still shocked by his approach and conversation, this wasn't what she had expected to happen.
The man in front of him was a total different person, was this a charade he was putting on or was this sincerely him?
He nodded with a small smile played on his lips. "Good. Let's go" he held out his hand for hand, and she was very nervous but decided to take his hand and go with the flow, still scared for her life.
He led her out of the office and into a lavish dining room on the same floor. The room was adorned with crystal chandeliers, marble tables, and plush velvet chairs. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a stunning view of the city skyline. The air was filled with the savoury aromas of exotic dishes and the soft hum of conversation.
