The morning sun had barely begun to filter through the blinds of Jake's penthouse, but the kitchen was already filled with the rich, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
Catharine stood by the counter in a soft silk robe, pouring coffee into two ceramic mugs. When Jake walked into the kitchen, dressed in a sharp, dark charcoal suit with his tie perfectly straightened, she turned and handed him a cup with a warm, gentle smile.
"You're up early," she said softly, leaning in to brush a quick kiss against his cheek. "Big day?"
"The bell rings at nine," Jake replied, taking a slow sip. "Today, I get to settle the score with the Newmans."
Catharine looked at him, her eyes tracing the calm, unshakeable confidence on his face. She knew better than anyone the sheer volume of capital he was about to move, but looking at him now, he was as unbothered as if he were simply stepping out for a morning walk.
