The cafe by the riverside bustled quietly in the background. Amidst the autumn leaves and idle chatter sat Edmund Hale, composed as ever. His black suit was crisply pressed, his hair barely moving with the wind, and a subtle smirk lingered on his lips. Beside him stood a man who was not that tall yet not that short. He wore a brown hat and a brown coat, white shirt and a brown tie and brown shoes. All of his attire looked very expensive and refined.
"Oh, hello there Mr. Edmund Hale," said a nervous voice.
Edmund tilted his head slightly. "Leonard Cohen," he greeted, rising to his feet. "You seem troubled."
Leonard scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah... I've been going through something of a depression lately. I saw you sitting here and thought—who better to speak to than Britain's most enigmatic therapist."
"You flatter me. Let's talk over there."
They moved to the cafe by the riverside, they both ordered a cup of tea. Leonard sipped his tea and hesitated before continuing. "I started a new business. It... didn't go well."
Edmund sipped his tea and chuckled softly. "Let me guess—it's in partnership with a friend, yes?"
Leonard blinked. "How did you know?"
"Simple deduction. A successful businessman like yourself doesn't dive into depression unless something deeply personal or financial shakes him. You're dressed well, not bankrupt. So—a new venture. But it's not just failure; it's betrayal."
Leonard stared. "Mr. Edmund... you're amazing."
After both of them finished drinking and left the cafe Edmund said. "Let's pay your partner a visit."