Isabella's nerves were palpable, but Timothy's reassuring presence beside her helped to steady her firmness.

As they approached the café, they spotted Mr. Smith through the large windows, already seated at a corner table. His stern demeanor was unmistakable, even from a distance.

Isabella took a deep breath, and with Timothy's gentle squeeze on her hand, they entered the café.

Mr. Smith looked up from his files, recognizing them with a curt nod. They made their way to his table,

"Good morning, Mr. Smith," Isabella greeted him.

"Good morning, Isabella, Timothy," Mr. Smith replied, his tone businesslike. "Please, have a seat."

They took their seats across from him, the table...