The night had settled over Vellfire City, painting its magnificent skyline with thousands of shimmering lights.
Inside the private penthouse of the Volkskrant residence, the atmosphere was considerably warmer than the cold business world Clara had left behind that afternoon.
A magnificent dinner had been prepared on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Crystal glasses, silver cutlery, and a bouquet of fresh white roses decorated the table. The soft glow of candles illuminated the elegant setting.
Arthur had kept his promise.
For once, there were no business meetings, no negotiations, and certainly no discussions about corporate acquisitions.
Only the two of them.
Clara stood near the balcony railing, wearing a beautiful black silk evening dress. Her hair cascaded freely down her back, and a delicate diamond necklace rested against her collarbone.
She held a glass of red wine, watching the distant lights of the harbor.
