The air in Le Grand Four was thick with the aroma of truffles and aged wine. The tables were separated by silk screens, ensuring almost absolute privacy. The low lighting from the chandeliers cast dramatic shadows over the diners' faces.
Vincent Halbert sat across from Congressman Vance. Vance, with his imposing physique and polished smile, was visibly enjoying the attention he had received since the bombing incident. He seemed stronger, more confident.
Vincent, by contrast, was tranquil. He observed the Congressman with the precision of an entomologist studying a rare specimen.
"This lobster is exquisite, Congressman," Vincent said, taking a small portion with his fork. "You always know how to choose the best places to discuss business matters... or, in our case, matters of shared interest."
