At lunch hour, Skyla was already waiting for Zyair in his private lounge. Lawrence had informed her that they would be having their lunch here.
The lounge had an inbuilt bar on its west wall. Crafted from dark mahogany, it exuded sophistication. Miscellaneous premium wines lined the shelves, accompanied by crystal decanters and polished glassware, reflecting the taste of Mr. Zyair.
Soft ambient lighting illuminated the luxurious area, inviting both relaxation and a party mood.
The lounge was impeccably designed to cater to different needs and small events and Skyla could only guess that Mr. Zyair had his lunch in this very place as two separate tables had been set up in a row. Each had a single chair.
The huge window which made the entirety of the northern wall offered a picturesque view of the Angel City.
