|You should have a talk with a friend today.|
The kitchen staff at the Hotel Garamond were justifiably proud of their reputation... it took some doing to hang on to that fourth Michelin star. So they were not pleased when patrons started complaining about the food. Turns out that someone was ordering the customary high quality provisions but what was being delivered was a grade or two below that. Somewhere in between, money was changing hands.
Their suspicions centered on Silvestrio. He dressed half too flash for the money they knew his pay envelope to hold. They were pretty sure he was bent. They'd give him one chance to straighten out; if that didn't work, they'd talk to Baxter and Ambrose.