Meanwhile, Wil sat at a quiet corner table in a high-end restaurant in Leafway City. The dim lighting and soft music provided an intimate, secretive atmosphere. Two men in black suits stood by the entrance, silently monitoring the surroundings. They were Wil's men, always cautious, especially with such an important meeting ahead.
He adjusted his watch, taking a deep breath as he waited for the mysterious Dr. Mac to arrive.
After the conversation from the night before, Wil wasn't sure what to expect.
His mind raced with possibilities, replaying the cryptic nature of their call. His eyes were drawn to the entrance just as a middle-aged woman of Eastern origin entered. Her appearance was simple and professional, yet there was an air of command about her. She scanned the room briefly before her gaze met Wil's. With a subtle nod to his guards, she walked confidently toward the table.
Wil stood up, extending his hand. "Dr. Mac, I presume?"
