The forks were polished to perfection.
The wine glasses glimmered beneath soft chandeliers.
And the silence between tables was sharp as a knife.
That was how things were at Leon Rea, the most prestigious restaurant in the city.
And the moment Mr. Sterling Ward stepped through the door, that silence turned into fear.
He wore a crimson suit, a patterned silk tie, and a smugness that clung to his face like cologne.
At 52, Sterling was more than just rich—he was feared. He’d made his millions in commercial real estate and had broken more people than records. His name was on buildings. His calls could end contracts. His tips were insulting, but his complaints were endless.
He never made a reservation, never said please, and never ate his….Read Full Story Here……………….
