The Drunken River Moon Restaurant sat perched on the twenty-third floor of the Golden Tower, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a spectacular view of New York City's glittering skyline. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over elegant dining rooms filled with the city's elite.
I walked through the entrance with Evelyn and Phoebe, noting how the restaurant's atmosphere immediately shifted. Conversations quieted. Heads turned in our direction.
"Mr. Hayes!" A man in an expensive suit rushed toward us, his face flushed with excitement. "What an honor to have you dining with us tonight!"
Simon Drake, the restaurant's general manager, bowed deeply. His hands trembled slightly as he straightened his tie.
"Simon," I nodded casually. "We'd like a private dining room."
"Of course, of course!" Simon's voice cracked with nervousness. "Our finest room is already prepared. Please, follow me immediately."
