DINNERS ARE TRAPS

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"Is everything set?" Santiago demanded. He was standing by the right corner close to the dining room, his bold eyes kept flinching from one bowl to the other. The gold square table lodged several small bowls. The mini bucket with ice cubes underneath at the centre had a bottle of champagne and a roaming dog wine placed beside it. There's dessert, salad, and coffee mugs in case the guest requests coffee. There were chunks of grilled pork, portions of salmon and marinated steak on a mini tray. The utensils were placed beside the spotless napkins as well as the goblets and ceramic plates. "Yes sir." the domestic staff smartly dressed in a black print gown replied with a bow. Santiago dismissed her with a nod. He glanced at his wristwatch. "Time to get ready," he muttered under his breath,

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