*Tapping his card against my chin as I sit and think back in my chair and think. It had been a few days and I still wasn't sure what to do about the mysterious card left on Valentine's Day. Picking up my phone, I call upstairs to Sphere, a private and exclusive resturant here at The Dome.* Yes, Id like to make a reservation for tonight at 9 o'clock. Rivera. Yes, THAT Rivera. Thank you. *Dropping the card onto my desk, I pull out some cardstock I have and in my best handwriting, write out an short invitation and then fold it in half and tie it with a ribbon. Walking to the front door of Teardrops, I open it and look around, immediately spotting one of my guardians.* Take this to Mr. Rivera. I want to personally put it into his hands and then wait for a reply. Am I understood? *At his nod, I turn and go back into my office to do paperwork.*
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