Celina looked up to see the waiter—the same one whose tray had gone crashing to the floor—standing awkwardly, holding a sleek leather order folder.

“I’m sorry, Celina, but… the gentleman who barged into the kitchen asked me to give you this.”

Her stomach flipped. She took the folder with trembling hands.

“He said it was for ‘the most discreet employee in the house,’” the waiter added.

Celina’s eyes widened; she swallowed hard and opened it. Inside was a neatly folded napkin with a handwritten n