It was a quiet morning at the Damian family villa. Birds were chirping in the distance, and a gentle breeze blew the curtains. In the spacious and tidy living room, Damian sat on the sofa with his laptop open. In front of him, Tamara sat with a folder of documents.

“This is the initial design for the café,” Tamara said, handing him a sketch of the design. “If you agree, we can start processing the permits this week.”

Damian nodded, reading the details carefully. “The concept is very cozy. Lots of plants, wooden accents, perfect for the urban youth market. I like it.”

Tamara smiled briefly. “Our budget is sufficient,...