Chapter 29 My Master Strategist

• Zara glided into the familiar Vanelle Café booth, a pair of oversized designer sunglasses perched artfully on her head. An almost serene smile playing on her face.
• Leo was already there, sipping from his espresso, looking effortlessly polished in a way that defied the early hour. He exuded an aura of quiet power, his dark suit jacket draped over the back of his chair, revealing the crisp white of his shirt sleeves.
• “You’re five minutes late,” he said as she slid into the booth.