CHAPTER - 128

  Narrator: Stepping out of the cars with firm strides, they headed toward the entrance of the restaurant, a refined and sought after place, known for the excellence of its dishes and its comfortable atmosphere.

  Every detail was carefully attended to, from the quality of the ingredients to the courtesy of the staff, always ready to serve with elegance and gallantry.

  As soon as they crossed the threshold, they were met by the attentive gaze of the Ma?tre, an elegant man with well-groomed mustaches and perfectly styled hair.

  His eyes landed on Dav, scrutinizing him carefully, as if trying to remember whether they had met before.

  Noticing the simple and unassuming clothing of Dav and his companions, the Ma?tre politely asked for a name to check if any tables were available.

  As he glanced over the register, he thought to himself with a suppressed grimace:

  "I can't possibly let them in like this... I'll just say there are no tables available tonight."

  Dav, unfazed, with his hands behind his back and a confident gaze, responded:

  "My name is Dav De Lion.

  If you can find more seats, we are accompanied by students and our guards."

  The Ma?tre flipped through the register, muttering:

  "Available table... available table... wait a second.."

  His hands trembled, his face turned pale.

  He looked up hesitantly and asked again, almost stammering:

  "Pardon me... could you... could you repeat your name again?"

  Dav, with a faint amused smile:

  "Dav De Lion."

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  The Ma?tre froze, then went completely white and, as if struck by lightning, exclaimed:

  "Sir Hero! Please, wait here for a moment! Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back!"

  The group remained waiting, intrigued by the scene.

  Some guests began to stare, suspecting that this man was indeed someone important.

  Vik discreetly approached and positioned himself with the guards around Dav to shield him from curious eyes.

  Dav nodded in thanks to Vik with a subtle smile.

  Meanwhile, he chatted calmly with the professors and students while waiting for the Ma?tre’s return.

  Director’s Office

  A loud knock broke the silence.

  Director: (annoyed) Why knock so loudly?! Just come in if it’s important!

  [The Ma?tre burst through the door, still catching his breath.]

  Ma?tre: (shouting): The Hero! The Hero is here, sir!

  10 minutes later

  Narrator: While Dav was conversing with the professors, Vik touched his shoulder and leaned in to whisper:

  "Sir, the director wishes to see you. He’s with the Ma?tre, over there."

  Dav turned and saw the two men hurrying toward him, as if their lives depended on that moment.

  The director, still panting, stopped in front of him.

  Dav, calm and composed, looked at them attentively:

  "Good evening, Director. I didn’t mean to cause any disturbance.

  I was simply looking for a place to dine with my students and guards, without causing any trouble."

  A touch of irony, noting their state:

  "Is there a problem? You seem... agitated."

  The director, composed but emotional:

  "No problem at all, Sir Hero! Please, follow us. We’ll offer you seating on the upper floor, reserved for VIP guests.

  There, you can enjoy your dinner in complete tranquility."

  Dav smiled as he followed the director:

  "Good to know. Thank you, on behalf of myself and those accompanying me."

  Narrator: Accompanied by the astonished and admiring gazes of the guests, who stood to take photos or videos, Dav, the guards, the students, and the professors followed the director.

  The director's face was streaked with tears of joy, and he kept glancing back at Dav, as if living a dream.

  Dav observed the environment with curiosity.

  The soft lighting and elegant furnishings drew his attention, contributing to the refined atmosphere.

  The VIP floor was located on an elegant mezzanine, accessible by a silent elevator or a staircase made of dark walnut wood with polished brass handrails.

  The atmosphere was hushed and reserved, with ivory boiserie walls and golden inlays.

  In illuminated niches, abstract sculptures and dried floral arrangements added an artistic touch.

  The natural wood flooring was enhanced by a long central carpet with interwoven patterns in cream, bronze, and grey tones.

  The tables, round or square, were covered with pearl linen tablecloths, with satin silver cutlery and hand-glazed ceramic plates.

  The chairs, padded and high-backed, were upholstered in teal or dark green velvet, adorned with golden stitching.

  Light came from wall sconces with cream-colored lampshades and small table lanterns that radiated warmth.

  In one corner, a grand piano awaited the next musician, beside a bookshelf filled with antique volumes and exclusive magazines.

  At the entrance of the floor, another distinguished and reserved Ma?tre welcomed them and guided them to their tables.

  Shortly afterward, other staff members arrived with the menus, ready to take their orders with patience and professionalism.

  END OF CHAPTER - 128