Archer nodded, but his gaze was piercing, almost probing. “You know, Ruby, I have a good eye for talent. And you strike me as someone with potential, more than just a regular employee.”

Ruby felt a knot forming in her stomach. What was he getting at? His words were cryptic, leaving her feeling more confused.

“Madame, and Monsieur,” the waiter suddenly appeared with trays of delicacies. “Dinner is served.” He spoke in the most perfect French accent.

Their dinner was served, and Ruby tried to focus on her food, but Archer’s words lingered in her mind. There was something about this dinner that felt like a test, like she was...