Dominic
“Why haven’t you booked a table at Le Bernadin for two?” I glared at Harry Bennett, my PA and right-hand man, handling my schedules efficiently for the last five years. I had no idea what I would have done without him. He had proved himself indispensable to me and to the company so far.
“They’re full-booked, sir. But I’ve booked a table for two at the Loeb Boathouse Restaurant.” He gave me a hesitant look while I waited for more details.
“Why there? Did I ask you to use your brain?” My stupid heart skipped a beat although I acted annoyed.
“Because I’ve booked a boat ride for two at the Loeb Boathouse. It’s the most romantic thing to do on a date night, sir. That’s where I had taken my wife to propose. It worked for us, and I’m sure it’ll work for you as well.”
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