The Grotto was an upscale restaurant in the financial district of the main part of the city. Secluded, quiet, private, and discriminating; many sought a reservation.

Few managed.

Tonight there was a private table reserved for a party of two. The staff had been selected by the Manager specifically to handle this pair. The Sommelier was prepared. The chef was cooking for them himself. The Maitre’D waited with baited breath for the car to arrive.

Across town, there was a knock at the door of the penthouse apartment of one of the tallest residential buildings. The Governor of OED V stood there - black suit with detailed red vest and tie over a black shirt - with two dozen blue and yellow Sythlint roses on his hand.

Kenzo