Same day, in the evening. The Bonifacio High Street was a sprawling hub of activity, with its blend of high-end shops, trendy restaurants, and green spaces filled with people enjoying the cool breeze after the day''s heat. Michael and Juliet found themselves seated at Italianni''s, a sleek, modern restaurant known for its Italian cuisine.


    As they looked over the menu, Michael asked.


    "Have you made your choices?"


    "Hmm…" Juliet said as her eyes scanned the menu, "I think I''ll go with the linguine a vongole. How about you?"


    Michael nodded approvingly. "I''ll try the osso buco. Ites highly rmended."


    Hearing that, Michael called the waitress standing nearby with a flick of his finger. And as if in a flick, the waitress came over to their table.


    "We''re ready to order," Michael announced. "I''ll have the osso buco, and she''ll take the linguine a vongole, please."


    The waitress nodded, jotting down their orders. "How about for drinks?" she asked, looking between them.


    "What do you rmend?" Michael said as he looked over at the vast selection of


    wines and beverages on the menu.


    "Our house red wine pairs well with the osso buco, and for the linguine a vongole, a white wine, perhaps the Pinot Grigio, would be excellent," the waitress suggested confidently.


    "Let''s go with those rmendations," Michael decided, and Juliet nodded in agreement.


    Once their drink orders were ced, the waitress left, allowing them to resume their conversation.


    "Mr. Reyes, I am just going to report to you that I have already given our case to our legal team and that I focused myself earlier prior to us leaving the office creating an outline for your new venture, the pharmaceuticalpany. Can you please take a look at it? I have sent it to your email."


    Michael nodded as he picked up his phone. There was a notification of a new email from Juliet. He opened it quickly, scanning through the contents of the outline she had prepared. Everything seemed to be in order, and he made a mental note to give it a thorough reviewter that night.


    "Thank you, Juliet," he said, putting his phone down. "I''ll look over this as soon as I can."


    Juliet smiled, relieved that he had received the email. "You''re wee, Mr. Reyes. Let me know if there are any changes or additions you''d like to make."


    "Well, it doesn''t have a name," Michael observed.


    "Yes…because you didn''t give me a specific name for the pharmaceuticalpany yet," Juliet replied.


    "Right…well how about Ie up with one now? It doesn''t have to be soplicated yet it must not sound so simple. Hmm…" Michael pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table. "How about ''MediGen Solutions''? It''s simple enough to remember but also sounds professional and innovative."


    "I don''t think so," Juliet said. "It just doesn''t have the right ring to it. How about ''BioCore Innovations'' instead? It sounds more cutting-edge and in line with the pharmaceutical industry."@@novelbin@@


    "No, not good," Michael said. "It''s hard toe up with names. How about we go for simple ones? How about a name simr to our transportationpany? Reyes Transportation Company but instead of transportation, it''s going to be Reyes Pharmaceuticals?"


    Juliet considered Michael''s suggestion. "Reyes Pharmaceuticals... It''s straightforward and aligns with our existing brand. I think it works."


    Michael nodded, satisfied with their decision. "Great. Reyes Pharmaceuticals it is."


    "Now that''s for pharmaceuticals, how about medical technology? Because as you said, you n on introducing medical technology and medicine right? We can''t have them both together in the samepany name, can we?" Juliet proposed.


    Michael nodded. "So two enterprises huh? It''s not like it''s much of a big deal. In that case, how about Reyes Medical Technology Solutions?"


    "It''s long, how about ''Reyes MedTech Solutions''?" Juliet suggested.


    Michael nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Reyes MedTech Solutions. Short, simple, and it gets the point across."


    "Now we are settled with names, we need toe up with a logo. I''ll have itmissioned by a third-party design agency," Juliet suggested.


    "Not yet, I have to talk about this with Bridget and Mrs. Ests. We can''t have seen that we are working something out and leaving them in the dark," Michael remarked, considering the implications of moving forward without informing their investors.


    "Understood, but what if they showed some sort of apprehension or concern about the direction we''re taking?" Juliet asked, recognizing the importance of keeping all stakeholders informed and involved.


    Michael considered her question for a moment. "If they have concerns, we''ll address them. It''s better to have their input now than to encounter resistanceter on."


    "They''ll appreciate the honesty and transparency and besides, it''s not like they are going to hinder your n so long as you have the technology to back it up…which you do right?"


    "I have it in a safe ce," Michael reassured. "I will show it the moment they show an iota of skepticism."


    Their conversation paused momentarily as their orders arrived, carried by the waitress who took their order.


    She ced the steaming tes in front of Michael and Juliet, the aroma of the freshly cooked dishes wafting up tantalizingly.


    "Here you go," she said with a warm smile. "Enjoy your meal."


    "Thank you," Michael replied, returning her smile.


    Once the waitress left, Michael and Juliet wasted no time in digging into their respective dishes. The osso buco was tender and vorful, the meat falling off the bone with each bite. Juliet''s linguine a vongole was cooked to perfection, the ms adding a delicate brininess to the pasta.


    As they were about to finish their meal, Michael spoke.


    "So, about your workload issue. I have decided to get you an assistant secretary," Michael said, addressing the topic they had discussed earlier in the day.


    "Really?" Juliet''s eyes widened with surprise.


    "Yeah…considering how hard your job is, being a chief of staff to me, I''d say it''s about time we got you some help," Michael replied with a reassuring nod.


    Juliet smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mr. Reyes. That means a lot to me."


    Michael waved off her thanks. "Think nothing of it. We need to make sure you have the support you need to excel in your role."


    With their tes now empty, Michael called the waitress to settle the bill. After paying. They rose to their feet and walked together to the parking lot.


    "You''ll be the one looking for your secretary, inform me when you find one," Michael said.


    "Of course, Mr. Reyes."