The manager was explaining with a patient and pleasant demeanor, a level of patience that suggested only those of significant standing in the city, capable of accessing the VIP section, would receive such treatment.
"I'm truly sorry, but we indeed have a VIP with us today."
The manager incessantly apologized, yet Damien Sterling remained unfazed, casually placing his chopsticks on the sashimi as if the commotion outside bore no relevance to him.
"Don't fancy the dish?"
"I do," Emma Hart replied, picking up her chopsticks.
Anything tasted… less appealing when she was with Damien Sterling.
She hardly cared about the food at that moment. Feigning enjoyment had seemingly become a habit for Emma Hart.
Emma Hart perked up her ears to the sounds in the corridor outside, the voice of a woman drawing nearer, eerily familiar… Hold on!
