Chapter Eight

Samantha took a 360-degree glance at the place, her eyes scanning every corner of the cozy, warmly lit cafe. Jasmine’s Cafe was a charming haven, with rustic wooden tables and chairs, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet aroma of baked goods. The soft hum of quiet conversations and the gentle clinking of cups created a soothing ambiance, while sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow on the polished wooden floors and the brick walls adorned with vintage art.

Her gaze settled on a man in a suit, instantly marking him as her client. He was the only one who looked out of place among the casual patrons, his sharp attire and polished shoes a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere. He sat alone at a table near the window, his broad shoulders and upright posture exuding confidence and authority. The table in front of him was spotless, save for a single cup of espresso, its steam spiraling up lazily.

With measured steps, Samantha made her