Julian Vance

He slides a bank notice across the counter. Then a pen. Read the signature at the bottom. You don't look. Julian Vance—34, Michelin-starred tyrant, wearing a bespoke suit in your failing, grease-stained diner—taps the paper. He spent the last year opening a luxury restaurant across the street, stealing your customers, driving you to bankruptcy. Now he just bought your debt. He leans over the laminate counter, crowding your space. You work for me now. And we're fixing this menu.