Ziv met Noa behind a quiet restaurant, the soft hum of the city night surrounding them as they discussed their next move. The deal was progressing faster than Ziv had anticipated, but Noa's confidence was unwavering. She had orchestrated every detail, and everything was falling into place.
"I'm sure you're eager to finish this," Noa said, her eyes glinting with the satisfaction of someone who knew they were on the verge of victory. "But don't let your doubts get in the way. We're so close, Ziv."
Ziv nodded, his mind still wrestling with the nagging guilt over Liora. But tonight, he would push that aside. This was the final stretch.
Later that evening, Ziv sat across from Liora and her father at a quiet, candlelit dinner. The tension in the air was thick with anticipation as Ziv slid the papers across the table. The deal was finally happening, and he had everything prepared.
"This is the first part of the agreement," Ziv said calmly, his voice steady as he looked between Liora and her father. "The second part will be signed during the meeting with the investors next week. But this first section is the most important. You can read it if you'd like."
Liora's eyes flicked to her father, who gave a small nod of approval before turning his attention back to the documents. Slowly, they read through the terms, and when they were finished, they exchanged a glance. Without hesitation, Mr. Lior signed first, followed by Liora.
Ziv breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he collected the signed papers. Everything was going according to plan.
After dinner, Ziv stepped out of the restaurant and dialed Mr. Yonatan's number. His hand tightened around the phone as he heard the older man's voice on the other end.
"Mr. Yonatan," Ziv began, his tone measured. "I've succeeded. They've signed the first part of the agreement."
A pause on the line, then Mr. Yonatan's voice, full of satisfaction. "Excellent work, Ziv. Now, I want to see proof of it. Once I have that, I'll send you a taste of what's coming your way. Consider it a token of what awaits you when the deal is sealed."
Ziv smiled, a rush of triumph sweeping through him. He could already feel the taste of power and success. He had earned it. The shares Mr. Yonatan promised were just the beginning. Soon, everything would be his.
With the call to Mr. Yonatan completed, Ziv's mind shifted. The guilt that had lingered in his chest faded, replaced by something more intoxicating: greed. The vineyard, the shares, the power that would come with controlling the land—all of it was within his grasp. No longer was he burdened by the weight of betrayal. The vineyard was the key to his future.
A few days later, Ziv and Noa met in a secluded area by the sea, their cars parked in the dim light of dusk. The waves crashed against the shore as they climbed onto the hood of Ziv's car, cracking open a bottle of champagne to celebrate their success.
Ziv poured the champagne into two glasses, his hands steady despite the rush of excitement coursing through him. "To the first win," he said, raising his glass to Noa. "To the vineyard."
Noa smiled, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. "To getting what we deserve."
Ziv handed her the papers. "Here. Get these to your dad immediately. It's per his instructions. This is the next step."
Noa took the papers, her fingers brushing against his. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes said it all. The plan was in motion, and soon, everything would be theirs.