The afternoon training ended, and Link drove to Rooftop, a music bar on Third Avenue in Manhattan.
The last time he had met with Director Darren was here; he'd visited four or five times since finding the environment agreeable and the location convenient, making it a familiar place.
However, today Ivanka had also chosen this spot for their meeting, which surprised him and made him feel like she might be keeping an eye on him.
Arriving on the second floor, there weren't many people; only five of the sixteen booth areas were occupied. Link glanced down the aisle and immediately saw Ivanka.
She was sitting in the corner next to a magazine rack, wearing a moon-white tube dress that revealed her fair, slender arms, her golden-brown hair pinned up behind her.
She wore little jewelry, only a finely crafted diamond-studded wristwatch and a thin platinum necklace around her swan-like neck.