Matthew sat in his office the morning after the grand opening, the faint hum of activity from the restaurant below a comforting reminder of their success. He sipped his coffee, reviewing feedback from customers, when Charles entered unannounced.
"Matthew," Charles began, taking a seat across from him. "I've been hearing a lot about your... new venture. The restaurant."
Matthew smiled, setting down his cup. "It's been a great start. We had an incredible turnout yesterday."
Charles nodded but leaned forward, his brows furrowing. "I don't doubt that. But I have to ask—why food, of all things? You're an inventor, an industrialist. Why shift your focus to something so... different?"
