The dinner ended at half-past two.
Maya Mitchell was somewhat drunk, but as she stepped out of the private room, she still looked at Steve Burton and asked, "Mr. Burton, I wonder if I could invite you for a cup of coffee and discuss the details of our companies' cooperation."
Steve's face was indifferent: "No problem."
"How about the clubhouse next door?" Maya suggested.
Steve nodded without speaking.
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The clubhouse that Maya suggested to Steve was a high-end one.
Having been Steve's secretary for so many years, some of Maya's habits hadn't changed. She still acted like Steve's secretary, walking in front of him, leading the way, pushing doors for him, pressing elevator buttons, and going to the second floor.
The second floor of the clubhouse had a hall with a glass floor, beneath which was a bathtub. In the center of the room stood a piano, and every day, a professional pianist would come here to play.
