A place like this didn't deal in hundreds or even thousands; it would easily run into the hundreds of thousands.
And yet, Hera had brought them here as casually as if it were just another normal dinner.
The contrast alone left them momentarily speechless.
"Holy shit! Are we really having dinner here?!" one of the staff pressed his face against the bus window, eyes wide as they approached the entrance. Even the driver hesitated, nerves fraying at the thought of entering.
If the guard hadn't signaled them to proceed, he might have stopped on the spot, one misstep, one knocked-over vase, and he could be looking at a debt of hundreds of thousands, if not millions.
"But… Miss Hera and her convoy have already gone in. Even Logan's van followed," another staff member muttered nervously, his unease clear.
