The Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped right in front of the large pillars of Ambrosia Restaurant. Julian stared at his reflection in the dark car window. He straightened his suit collar, feeling the coldness of the Sovereign’s Seal wrapped around his wrist. It had only taken ten minutes from Sinclair University to reach this place, the very spot where he had been discarded like trash two nights ago.
"We have arrived, sir," his driver said.
Julian got out of the car. Elara followed him closely with a calm and authoritative stride. At the entrance, the waiter who had previously insulted him, a man named Marco, stood tall greeting guests. As soon as he saw the Rolls-Royce, Marco bowed very low, even before seeing who stepped out.
"Welcome to Ambrosia, sir. Do you have a reservation?" Marco asked
