Walking into the restaurant, Caroline went directly to meet the manager so that she could talk with her or him about the reserved table that was always kept for reserve for family members or for those customers who could pay three to four times more than the actual price at the last moment.

“Yes, Miss. Do you have a reservation?” The manager asked.

“No. I don’t. I’m a part of the family.” She said, giving him her card. The man checked Caroline’s name on his system, and when he found her name in it, he returned her the card. “Please arrange a private dining room with a table of two...