I arranged to meet Michael Blair for lunch, our conversation today focused on the future of QuantumLyfe Technology, and I had one place in mind—
that
hidden gem of a sushi restaurant,
Shinsei
.
It wasn't just about the food. This small, unassuming spot, tucked away in the heart of the city, held a secret that few knew.
I had stumbled upon it in my past life, a discovery made by sheer accident when I was craving something different from the usual high-end venues.
The moment I walked in back then, I was captivated—the ambiance, the artistry, and the authenticity of the food was beyond anything I had ever tasted. The experience had stuck with me so deeply that, when I came back into this life, I knew I had to invest in it.
And I did. Not for profit, but because I wanted to protect this place I had come to love, to ensure it stayed the hidden gem it always was.
The owners were a family of chefs who had come all the way from Japan, seeking a fresh start. Their skill was undeniable, passed down through generations, but they were struggling now—still unknown to the world.
I, however, knew what their future held. In time, this restaurant would be a sanctuary for the ultra-rich, a place where billionaires would fight for a reservation and pour their fortunes into keeping it exclusive.
I had seen it happen before, in my past life. Back then, I watched as they skyrocketed to success, too late to seize the opportunity myself.
But this time, I was first.
I had already made my move, investing heavily with only a modest 5% return in mind. It wasn't about the money. It never was.
As long as they had a private room waiting for me whenever I came, I'd consider it more than worth the investment. Privacy was my only demand—my sanctuary from the outside world.
But right now, the place was still new, and the private rooms were unfinished, their construction delayed by the usual chaos of a fledgling business.
This can't be . . . Why is
he
here?!
I mentally screamed as Cole Fay strode into the restaurant, accompanied by the Johnson brother and sister, Zachary and Ella. The sight of him sent a rush of conflicting emotions through me, as if a tidal wave had crashed into the calm of my day.
When our eyes met, I forced myself to remain unfazed, maintaining my conversation with Michael as if nothing had changed. But I could feel the shift in the air, the tension thickening around us.
Michael, perceptive as ever, caught on to the change in my demeanor. He turned his gaze toward the newcomers, his curiosity piqued.
"Aren't they like the son and daughter of Fay and Johnson? What are such high-profile people doing in this little restaurant?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief.
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