The Golden Leaf Tea House stood apart from White City's modern skyline, a traditional wooden structure with sweeping roofs and lanterns hanging from the eaves. As I approached the entrance, the faint scent of rare teas and herbs wafted through the air.
"This isn't right," I muttered, checking my phone. "Roman said the meeting was at the No.1 Winery, not a tea house."
A text message had arrived while I was driving: "Change of venue. No.1 Winery on Eastern Boulevard. Caleb prefers their private rooms - Roman."
The winery was only ten minutes away. I hurried back to my car, not wanting to be late for this crucial meeting.
The No.1 Winery occupied an elegant stone building with ivy climbing its walls. Inside, rich mahogany paneling and soft lighting created an atmosphere of exclusivity. A hostess led me to a private room at the back.
