Orina first prepared a cup of coffee and some cookies for each of the three men before she went back to the kitchen to continue her tasks.
Bill Dreaper's house was a typical detached villa, not as extravagant as Dean's, but still spacious enough.
A few sofas, a coffee table, a thick Persian carpet, and French-style classical carved windows—this was where they discussed matters.
Setting down his coffee on the low table beside him, Bill spoke up first, "So, to what extent can we achieve this?"
It was clear that the question was not intended for Dean. However, the other person present, James Weir, motioned for them to wait a moment by pointing with his finger.
His target was the roasted cookies on the low table; he picked one up, tossed it into his mouth, and closed his eyes in bliss.
"Oh~ God! Orina's cookies have always been my favorite."
Bill spread his hands, "You can take them with you when you leave."
