But his tone did not convey joy.
He conveyed concern.
Because he fully understood what was happening.
And he knew that his treatment of Elena could have consequences.
Julian closed the account folder.
—Elena —he said calmly—, I would like you to come to my office tomorrow so we can talk more calmly.
Elena felt her heart pounding in her chest.
—What time, sir?
—At ten in the morning.
Carmen took the young woman’s hand again.
Her green eyes shone with an unexpected tenderness.
Then he slowly moved his hands.
Elena translated in a low voice.
—She says you changed her night tonight.
The excitement at the table was so palpable that some customers even began to smile discreetly.
Julian took out a pen and wrote something in the account before closing the folder.
When Elena opened it seconds later, her eyes widened.
The tip was more than three months’ salary.
The young woman looked up, completely surprised.
Julian simply smiled.
—Consider it a thank you for reminding me of something very important.
“What?” Elena asked.
Julian looked at his mother.
Then he answered in a calm voice.
—That true elegance is not found in luxury restaurants.
He paused briefly.
—It’s in the people who know how to treat others with dignity.
