Ethan shrugged and climbed into the driver’s seat. A few seconds later, we were speeding away from the office building and toward the restaurant he spoke of. About half an hour later, he pulled over to the side of a certain street.
After I got out of the car, I looked left and right before commenting in confusion, “I don’t see a restaurant anywhere.”
“That’s because it isn’t here,” Ethan said with a grin before pointing a finger at an alley. “It’s hidden in alleys. This establishment isn’t a place you can frequent whenever you please. It receives no more than ten tables of customers per day, and only a regular customer is allowed to reserve a table. After the tenth table is served, you can pay the owner millions and millions of dollars, and he still wouldn’t do business with you. The onl
