Asher arrived right on time. Mac & Mocz Restaurant stood quietly behind tall glass walls, and the scent of peppermint mixed with expensive wine greeted him as soon as the door opened. Asher had not gone far when Jonathan appeared from the opposite direction. They stopped almost at the same time, looked at each other for a moment, then shook hands. Jonathan’s grip was firm, without hesitation, as if this meeting had been calculated from the very beginning. They entered the private room that had already been reserved. The door closed tightly, leaving behind a silence that felt expensive. Meanwhile, their secretaries waited outside, exchanging greetings and having lunch together. Jonathan welcomed him with a warm smile. “I did not expect us to meet again after such a long time,” Jonathan said as he sat down. “It is just unfortunate that we meet during a project crisis like this.” Jonathan’s tone sounded light, but his eyes were far too calm to be called mere small talk. Asher returned