Chapter 11

Monica took a deep breath, looking over the file that was in her hand. "Looks good." She mumbled to herself, standing in front of Steven's bedroom. Gathering the courage and composure, she raised her hand upwards, knocking on the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Her fingers pressing against the door handle, she walked into the room, a professional smile on her face.

"Monica?" Steven asked, closing his laptop screen as he furrowed his brows at her. "Is something wrong? Do you need anything?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Monica said, walking into the room. "However, there's something that I have been wanting to discuss with you." She took a seat at the edge of the bed, dropping the large file into Steven's lap.

His brows still furrowed, he picked up the file, his eyes quickly scanning it. "What is this?"

"These are my plans for the restaurant." Monica said, showing Steven samples from the file. "Since you said the restaurant will be completely redesigned based on w