{ADAM}
“Voilà, vos boissons… et quelques fruits frais,” the French waitress says, placing tall glasses and a small wooden board of exotic-looking berries on our table.
I pick up the glass, and Diana does the same. She tips it to her mouth and her eyes light up.
“This is so good!” she says, still buzzing with that excited energy she’s had since we landed.
“And the ride in your jet was insane. I’ve never seen a plane with a bed in it.”
I give her a snarl and look across at Leonardo.
He looks at Diana like she just crawled out of the grave.
He shakes his head, killing the hundred questions he wants to fire at me.
“So, Shing’s numbers don’t lie,” Leo says, forcing his gaze back to me and tapping the notepad.
“This NETSTREAM game could triple our stake in eighteen months. Maybe less
