Le Bernardin was already packed, as always.The place was crowded with executives hoping to network, and with social climbers trying to get close to the Sinclair family.The parking lot looked like a miniature luxury car show--Bentleys, Rolls-Royces, limited-edition sports cars lined up bumper to bumper.Liam, now preferring a lower profile, pulled into a corner spot in a discreet BMW."Sir, your order is already being prepared," the manager hurried over, all respectful professionalism. "It'll be ready in about thirty minutes. Would you like some starters first?"Inside the private dining room, Liam shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair. "Bring some."The room was styled after old European palaces--ornate Rococo carvings, heavy velvet drapes, and a muted, aristocratic elegance.Cecilia glanced around with curiosity. "Why didn't we sit here last time?""We got here late. It was booked."Liam lifted a porcelain teapot and poured, the faint trickle of water sof
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