Meanwhile Arthur Reed was enjoying the cool air, while hiding in a tropical island.
Today, he sat across from a woman who looked completely out of place in the heat. She was dressed in a sharp, charcoal-gray suit, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen. She didn't look up once, her fingers flying across the keys, then nodding occasionally to what Arthur was saying.
A young woman in a bright, tropical outfit approached their table, balancing a wooden tray with two chilled coconuts and a few appetizers.
The girl carefully set the coconuts on the table. As she turned to leave, Arthur reached out and patted her backside with a slow, possessive confidence.
The girl gasped, her face flushing a deep red, and she hurried away toward the bar without looking back.
The businesswoman didn't stop typing. She simply sighed and shook her head, a brief look of disapproval crossing her face before she disappeared back into her work.
