Sapphire's POV"May I take your order?" I asked, holding a pad and pen, trying to look all professional–like, but honestly, my nerves were like a bunch of monkeys on a sugar rush.The table in front of me had five people and each one seemed to have their own personal grocery list for dinner. Two men, three women, all dressed in their best, fancy watches flashing under the dim lights. The first guy, slicked–back hair like he was straight out of a mafia flick, started rattling off his order as if he was reading Shakespeare."I'll have the lobster bisque but hold the chives, extra cream, not too hot and a sprinkle of gold leaf on top. Then, for my main course, I'll take the wagyu steak, medium–rare, with truffle mashed potatoes, sautéed asparagus and a side of foie gras."I began scribbling his order down in a manner that seemed my whole life depended on it and I wasn't even done yet when the other guy announced his order, his eyes glued to the menu."I'll have the caviar appetizer but s
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