CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND ELEVEN – THE NEW PROPOSITION

Jasmine sat at her desk in Savant Studios, absently twirling a pen between her fingers. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the modern office space. She glanced at her watch, noting that her mysterious visitor was due any minute. As if on cue, her intercom buzzed. "Mrs. Cesaro? Your 10 o'clock appointment is here. Mr. Anthony Reeves." "Send him in, please," Jasmine replied, straightening her posture and smoothing down her blazer. The door opened, and in walked a man who could have stepped out of a magazine cover. Anthony Reeves was tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, with piercing blue eyes and a disarming smile. "Mrs. Cesaro," he greeted, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Jasmine stood, accepting his handshake. "Likewise, Mr. Reeves. Please, have a seat." As Anthony settled into the chair across from her desk, Jasmine couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His charm was al