"Business is business."
Stacy gave a quick nod of appreciation, pulling a counting machine from the drawer beside her.
She ran the stacks through the machine, her eyes intent on the screen as it counted each bundle.
The sound of the machine blending, with the soft rustle of cash filled the room.
Soon, the final count showed on the display.
[$15,000]
Satisfied, she turned back to Noah, her expression now relaxed. "Alright, everything's in order. Let's sign."
They each took a pen, the sound of their signatures scratching onto paper adding a formal conclusion to the transaction.
Once they finished, Stacy handed him the keys to the teahouse.
"Thank you," Noah said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.
With the contract complete, Stacy excused herself and left the teahouse.
Noah took one final look around the teahouse, pocketed the keys, and locked the door behind him.
The deal was sealed.
