The aroma of freshly brewed espresso and sizzling bacon filled the kitchen of the Zenith penthouse on Friday morning. Sunlight filtered through the expansive glass windows, reflecting off the polished marble countertops and chasing away the early morning chill.
Jake stood by the kitchen island, fastening the silver buttons on his cuffs. He wore a crisp, charcoal-grey bespoke three-piece suit that tailored perfectly to his frame, paired with a dark silk tie. A luxury mechanical watch sat heavy on his left wrist.
His girlfriend walked out of the bedroom, adjusting a delicate earring. She looked elegant in a deep emerald-green professional wrap dress and classic black heels, her hair styled perfectly to match her sharp corporate demeanor. She walked over to the stove, plating the eggs and toast before turning to Jake with a knowing smile.
