In the dimly lit room, Delilah stared intently at the green code and various parameter charts on the screen, her mind rapidly absorbing the recent capital flows and business anomalies in Eyford City, afraid of missing any detail.
Suddenly, her eyes caught a word, "StarLuxe Guide." This was an extremely mysterious gourmet institution. No one knew where its headquarters was, who its staff were, or when it would begin its annual ratings. It always started quietly and without warning.
Even more unknown was how the institution's reviewers would appear. Perhaps it was a suit-clad, laptop-carrying urbanite, or a potbellied, greasy middle-aged man. It could also be a provocatively dressed, curvaceous beauty, or even a naive and oblivious child, making it hard for restaurants to guard against the
