Ambrose's POV
The Restaurant was as quiet as it could, one would think there was no one inside.
It wasn't because they weren't busy, but because I had paid for it to be quiet. Every table was empty, and every chair was not being used, except for the one I was sitting at.
The servers moved quietly, carefully pouring the most expensive wine they had into fancy glass cup and placing silverware on nice cloths. Fancy lights sparkled above, spreading light across the shiny floors.
Having control felt a certain way, and tonight, it felt like cooked lamb and old exquisite wine.
Across from me was the politician, his fancy suit wrinkled because he was nervous. He moved around a lot, like he thought the chair would catch fire. On my right, Lucan was calm and distant, looking over a thin file while drinking water.
I had felt like eating out, and coincidentally the politician said he had news for me. Confidential as he claimed.
