The sun filtered through the towering glass windows of the mansion, casting golden streaks across the polished marble floors.

    Ethan sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of the living room, leaning against the edge of a sleek, low-profile couch.

    Across from him, Zack mirrored his posture, though with a glass of wine lazily swirling in his hand.

    The mansion was alive with movement. Maids swept through the halls with quiet efficiency, their footsteps barely audible as they carried trays of breakfast dishes and fresh linens.

    Butlers moved with practiced ease, ensuring everything remained in perfect order.

    The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the faint traces of expensive cologne and the morning''s crisp atmosphere.

    Ethan exhaled, watching as Zack took another slow sip of wine, savoring it like a man who had just conquered an empire.

    "This," Zack sighed contentedly, leaning back against the couch, "is the life."

    Ethan smirked but didn''t respond right away.

    He wasn''t the type to be easily impressed by wealth, but even he had to admit — there was something to be said for the ease of having everything at his fingertips.

    He had finally accepted the luxury that came with his success, something he had resisted for far too long.

    Still, there were more important matters to deal with.

    Zack set his glass down on the sleek glass coffee table between them, the clink barely audible over the distant sounds of activity in the mansion.

    His relaxed posture shifted slightly, his sharp eyes locking onto Ethan.

    "So," he said, stretching his arms over his head before cracking his knuckles, "have you thought about the launch?"

    Ethan exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Yeah. We need to start moving forward with finalizing everything."

    The upcoming launch of the resort wasn''t just another business move — it was a statement.

    It would cement their position in the city''s elite circles, a place where only the best of the best were invited.

    Ethan had worked too hard to leave anything to chance.

    Ethan pulled out a chair and sat down, barely glancing at the extravagant spread.

    He wasn''t the type to overindulge, but he appreciated the effort.

    Zack, on the other hand, had no such reservations.

    He clapped his hands together, grinning as he reached for a plate of eggs.

    "Man, this is what I call living," Zack said, piling food onto his plate. "Fine dining every morning? I could get used to this."

    Ethan smirked but didn''t comment as he took a slice of toast and some salmon.

    He wasn''t in the mood for a heavy breakfast.

    They ate quickly, not lingering over the meal.

    Ethan had never been one to waste time, and Zack, for all his laid-back tendencies, knew when to be serious.

    Once they finished, Ethan pushed his chair back and stood, grabbing the house key from the nearby counter. He shot a glance at Zack. "Let''s go."

    Zack wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood as well. "Finally. I was starting to think we''d sit around all day like old men."

    Ethan rolled his eyes but didn''t respond as they exited the mansion.

    The warm morning sunlight bathed the estate in a golden glow.

    His sleek grey Porsche was parked out front, polished to perfection.

    They got in, Ethan taking the driver''s seat while Zack settled into the passenger side.

    The engine roared to life with a deep, satisfying purr, and without wasting a second, Ethan pulled out onto the road.

    As they drove, Zack leaned back in his seat, watching the scenery blur past.

    The city was already bustling, the streets lined with cars and pedestrians going about their day.

    "With the way things are going," Zack mused, tapping his fingers against the dashboard, "we should be able to launch the resort by the end of the month."