Corey
I found myself at one of the buildings owned by Stephen, immersed in plans for an upcoming expansion. This particular site, a charming chocolate store, was slated to broaden its operations to include commercial shipping across the United States. As I reviewed the construction details, I scribbled notes on my clipboard, focusing on the task at hand.
Suddenly, laughter echoed behind me, drawing my attention. I turned to see Stephen approaching, a familiar grin plastered across his face.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had retired,” I asked, a hint of surprise in my voice.
“I am retired, but I get bored sometimes and like to visit these places. I thought it was funny seeing you here,” he replied, his tone lighthearted.
I chuckled, glancing around the chocolate shop, a place
