That afternoon, as the lunch hour arrived, I remained seated in my office, my mind preoccupied with critical decisions about the upcoming launch of my company’s skincare line. The room was quiet save for the faint hum of the air conditioning, until a sudden knock on the elegant mahogany door broke the silence.

“Girl, are you busy?” came a familiar voice. It was Bianca.

“Hey, why didn’t you call first if you were planning to drop by?” I asked, startled but not entirely surprised.

“Because I brought this,” Bianca replied with a mischievous grin, holding up a paper bag filled with several bottles of Penfolds Grange Hermitage 1987. “If I’d...