Most of the evening went as such.
I knock on the door, it opens. I walk in, the room is silent. Don stares into my very soul, I grow uncomfortable. I deliver food, I leave. Lather, rinse, repeat.
That was about it. They did not want me in the room listening to their conversation, but they also did not want me to serve any other party in case I was needed. So, when I was not needed, I did absolutely nothing.
Well, not completely. The bar grew busy, so I did assist with that, but that was about all I could do. I spent most of my shift standing either by the door or sitting behind the bar. When they needed me, a guard would motion for me to enter, and I did.
They were profoundly serious about keeping company secrets.
I had about an hour left in my shift when their meeting concluded
