"Thank you, Ms. Mercer."
"However, this delivery fleet might not grow as explosively as the bike-sharing program, and the order volume won't be as massive."
"Even so, I have to thank you for the business, Ms. Mercer."
If this delivery fleet expanded nationwide, the number of scooters required wouldn't be small.
Just like that, another deal was struck. Coming here today had definitely been the right move.
It was the holidays and everyone was busy, so the Blakes left after chatting for a bit.
Afterward, Mira headed to Solflare Hearth & Grill with the Iron Wolves.
Stepping through the grand revolving glass doors, the rich aroma of delicious food immediately hit them. Even though the peak lunch hour had passed, the restaurant was still packed, bustling with customers and busy staff.
As Mira and her group followed the waiter toward their reserved private room, she thought she heard fans calling out.
"Mira!"
"Mira is here!"
...
Mira didn't stop. She didn't want to draw too much attention from the fans.
When they entered the private room, the waiters were still cleaning up; the previous party had just left.
Mira didn't use her authority as the boss to demand special treatment or disrupt their workflow.
When booking the room, she had used an alias to reserve it like a regular customer, which also gave her a chance to observe how the branch was operating.
They had specifically chosen the branch where Elara Finn worked part-time, checking in on her. If it worked out, they could all grab a bite together.
The Iron Wolves strictly adhered to their roles as bodyguards, standing watch outside the door the moment they arrived.
A few fans who came seeking autographs were blocked outside. Seeing this, Mira pulled out some pre-signed sticky notes from her bag and handed one to each of them. "Please don't tell anyone outside that I'm here."
Since the Midwinter Jubilee, Mira's fame had skyrocketed again.
She didn't want a mob of people interrupting her.
"You two don't have to stand guard outside. Come sit and eat with us," she told the guards.
"Sure."
"Thank you."
It wasn't long before Elara found her way to their room.
"Elara, come here," Mira called out.
It had been a couple of weeks since they last saw her. Not only hadn't Elara lost weight, but she actually looked radiant, her complexion glowing with more energy than before.
"Why are you working in the kitchen? Wasn't being a server out front better?"
Working prep in the back was exhausting.
Liora and Celine also looked at her in confusion.
Elara glanced out the door. "You guys don't know this, but the kitchen is where the real money is."
She lowered her voice, afraid someone might overhear.

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