Matthew and Amber made their way to George Whitaker's office in the heart of Newport. The town's charm was on full display: cobblestone streets lined with gas lamps, horse-drawn carriages sharing the road with the occasional sleek automobile, and shopkeepers greeting passersby with friendly smiles.
Whitaker's office was situated in a stately brick building that housed several other businesses. The sign above the door read Whitaker & Co. Real Estate, and the polished brass fixtures on the entrance hinted at the professionalism within. Matthew held the door open for Amber as they stepped inside.
The interior was a mix of practicality and refinement. Dark wood furniture, shelves lined with books and ledgers, and a large map of Newport adorned the walls. George Whitaker greeted them with a warm smile, standing from behind his polished mahogany desk.
"Mr. and Mrs. Hesh, good morning," Whitaker said, extending his hand. "I trust you found your accommodations comfortable?"
