The 10th-floor restaurant of Black Rock Co. gleamed with polished floors that reflected the sparse movement of diners. The massive hall, capable of seating over a thousand, was spotless—its scale rivaling that of a five-star hotel.
As Janet stepped in, tray in hand, she couldn't help but notice how many eyes were on her. In the past, no one ever paid her much attention—her style had always been mature and modest. But now, having shed that loose, boxy suit, her elegant dress accentuated her graceful, curvy figure. Her bare face, untouched by makeup, was strikingly beautiful—no wonder she was drawing so many looks.
As she searched for a seat, her gaze landed on a window-side booth where August, dressed casually in white, was sitting with his assistant. He looked up and gave her a bright wave.
Janet glanced around at the packed tables—finding an open seat would be tough. So, she made her way over to August's table.
"August," she greeted politely and took the seat across from him.
