The businessman sitting near the lobby fountain paused with his silver fork halfway to his mouth.
He stared across the crowded dining hall, his eyes wide behind his expensive glasses. He tapped his wife's arm and pointed toward the grand entryway.
"Look," the businessman whispered. "That's the guy from the parking lot."
His wife frowned, dabbing her lips with a cloth napkin. "The mechanic who parked in the General's spot? Did they arrest him?"
"No," the businessman muttered, watching the scene unfold. "The owner of the Pavilion is personally walking him inside. She's taking him straight to the VIP elevator."
A wealthy real estate developer sitting at the next table leaned over. He had just walked in from the parking lot moments ago.
"Mechanic?" the developer scoffed quietly. "You did
