(Book#2 of 'The Runaway Club' but also can be read as stand alone).
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Code Red:
(Noun) A very serious security warning; a warning about a very serious threat.
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"Love is a self-destruction of which you are completely aware of, yet you can do nothi...
I drove my Lamborghini through the arching drive-in and slid outside once I parked it. The massive, seemingly gravity-defying cursive announced the name of the exclusive restaurant—La Grande.
"Ma'am?"
I turned to a young valet who looked to be around Angelo's age in an uncomfortably cheap tux. He must have been a university student working nights to make ends meet, judging by the bags underneath his eyes. I handed my keys to him with a smile.
"Take good care of my baby." I gestured to my white sports-car, "And make sure to meet me when I get back, alright?"
"Of course, Ma'am."
I chuckled at the boy staring at my Lambo starry-eyed and shaky handed before I walked inside.
The décor inside was luxury through and through with dark wooded leather furniture and expensive chandeliers giving the most minimally required light making the whole restaurant have a feeling of being personal. There were bonsai and even a large tree in the middle blending in with the interior design perfectly. The patrons seemed to be enjoying themselves with muted conversations in the veiled privacy.
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I walked up to the large marble paneled reception.
"Welcome to La Grande. May I know your reservation name, Ma'am?" The blonde hostess asked with a pleasant smile.
"Krystals."
She checked her computer behind the desk before turning to me with a much wider smile.
"Please follow me, Ma'am."
I followed the blonde through the restaurant and I wasn't surprised when she left the main dining to enter to the restricted VIP zone up an elevator. Various double door lined the wide hallways which I was sure were separate closed off private dining spaces rented by the elites of the society. The hostess stopped in front of one in the far right and pressed a buzzer. The panel glowed before turning blue.
"Sir, your guest is here." She spoke into the intercom.
The panel turned green with a quiet beep. The hostess opened the door to the room for me with a smile. I tentatively returned it before stepping into the room. The beautiful, twinkling New York skyline caught my eyes from the large ceiling-to-floor window wall behind the large six-person table set with the most luxurious table arrangement under an ostentatious chandelier. The full moon seemed to filter beautifully into the room that, despite being spacious, gave a sense of intimate privacy with its leather, dark wood, plants and one of the walls which had a steady stream of water flowing.
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