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Alexandre weaved through the crowd of dining guests, with an order book in hand. It was yet another night in the busy Sous de Soleil, and there were more esteemed guests than planned. Specifically, a table with an older man, and someone who seemed to be his associate, being taken out for a dinner meeting by him. He wouldn't bite his tongue about it. The man's wallet hadn't caught his eye, but rather, the man's associate.

"I'm here to take your order."