Chapter 9 - THE RESTAURANT THAT DID NOT HAVE TABLE TWELVE
One year later, Sadi left Ilvento.
Richard threw a farewell dinner.
He pretended not to cry.
Nobody believed him.
Sadi was not leaving hospitality entirely.
Her article led to consulting work.
Museums.
Private collections.
Provenance research.
Eventually, she had enough income to do something reckless.
She opened a small art-and-wine café in Oak Park.
Not luxury.
Not eight hundred dollars.
Thirty-six seats.
Books.
Rotating local art.
Simple food.
Affordable.
A wall devoted to stories about recovered objects and forgotten artists.
She named it Provenance.
Roman hated the name.
“People will think it's a law firm.”
“Good.”
He invested nothing.
Because Sadi didn't ask.
He did introduce her to an accountant after she requested one.
That was allowed.
Her mother wanted to help decorate.
Sadi said no.
Then eventually yes to choosing napkins.
Boundaries could be specific.
Chloe helped on opening weekend.
Madison came too.
Her engagement to Derek had ended six months earlier.
Not because of Sadi.
Because Madison realized she and Derek wanted different lives.
Life was less poetic than revenge stories.
Sometimes people simply separated.
Arthur Price was serving his sentence.
Madison was rebuilding her own career without him.
She and Sadi became unlikely friends.
On opening night, Roman arrived without warning.
Sadi narrowed her eyes.
“Reservation?”
“No.”
“Then wait.”
His bodyguard looked horrified.
Roman sat at the bar for forty minutes.
No complaint.
When a table opened, Sadi led him over.
“Table twelve.”
Roman stared.
She smiled.
“Near the kitchen.”
He laughed.
Actually laughed.
Customers looked over.
Roman didn't care.
After dinner, he left an envelope.
Sadi glared.
“No money.”
“Open it.”
Inside was no check.
No jewelry.
Her original graduate thesis.
Professionally bound.
On the title page Roman had written:
It was never useless.
Sadi stared at it.
Then at him.
“That's annoyingly good.”
“I hired no writer.”
“I'm proud of you.”
He smiled.
Then Sadi kissed him in the middle of her own restaurant.
Not because he paid a debt.
Not because he humiliated Derek.
Not because he was powerful.
Because he'd learned how to stand beside her without turning her into evidence of his greatness.
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That was harder.
And rarer.
