Walking into the Dolminico's headquarters was actually easier than anyone would have expected considering their reputation, though that was mostly because they followed tradition and used a restaurant as a facade to the public. Although most of those who could afford dining there were in the know about their criminal background, it didn't matter to them since it quickly arose to become the best restaurant which was saying a lot considering how the city's trade was hospitality.
"I'm sorry, Sir, do you have a reservation?" The hostess stopped Uriel in his tracks.
"I don't, but..."
"Then you'll need to come back at a later date, our tables are filled." She apologized in a professional way.
"It's fine, I'll just make one right now."
