A private dinner
"Whisper, whisper, whisper!" A special metal band on Audrey Hepburn's left wrist beeped.
The notification sound stopped after the woman touched it. He then got up and walked towards the hotel entrance.
Just then, the page waiting outside the door opened it and came in. Upon seeing Ms. Hepburn, he blocked the glass door from closing, saying, "Madam, your car has arrived."
"Thank you." Audrey Hepburn handed over a tip and went to the car.
Henry was already waiting at the back door, opening it at the opportune moment and reaching out to shield the lady's head from accidental bumps, helping her into the car.
Driving the rented Volvo, Henry planned to take Audrey Hepburn to a French restaurant where he had made a reservation a few days earlier for dinner.
As for the ladies' watch, the metal strap that makes a chiming sound is a modification by Henry. It's simply a feature where a message is transmitted from one side and rings on the other.
Previously, Bluetooth headsets had limited connection range, which wasn't very convenient.
And sometimes all you need is a reminder like an alarm clock, without necessarily needing to communicate or talk. So Henry came up with this new gadget.
The function is simple: when Henry is ready, he can notify Ms. Hepburn via the watch strap. Like in the previous example, it indicated that the car had arrived at the door and he was notifying her to come out.
Conversely, when Henry was not with Lady Hepburn, the modified watch strap could also be used as a call bell to remind Henry, who was nowhere to be found, that Lady Hepburn was looking for him.
This thing is just a combination of a transmitter, receiver, and buzzer. Anyone with the relevant knowledge can assemble it by buying some electronic parts from a roadside stall.
After hearing Henry's explanation, Ms. Hepburn didn't think these little things were anything special; as long as they were useful, that was enough.
However, to those who truly understand the field, it's a different story. To miniaturize something to the point where it can be hidden inside a section of a women's watch band, there aren't many electronic components that can be easily assembled into such a small device.
Henry's approach is to utilize the Kryptonian ' precision manufacturing capabilities to create some handy gadgets. As long as the ideas aren't too ahead of their time, these little things won't really attract much attention unless you're a true connoisseur.
"By the way, Henry."
"Yes, boss."
"After you hand the car over to someone else, come into the restaurant and have lunch with us," Audrey Hepburn said.
"Boss, isn't today a private day for you to meet with friends?" Henry asked.
Henry knew that the other person was Hubert de Givenchy, a close friend of Hepburn, who had come all the way from France to New York.
Hepburn retorted, "Didn't I tell you to reserve three seats?"
"Yes. Wasn't the third guest brought by Mr. Givenchy?"
Audrey Hepburn said, "No, you're the third guest. There aren't any other restaurants around, and you're such a glutton. I was very impressed with the oxtail soup that chef made when he was in France."
"I think even you would be amazed. Consider it a way of showing off in front of you. Don't worry, I'll cover dinner; it won't cost you anything."
"Thanks, boss." Henry didn't refuse any further.
As for the claim of deducting wages, that was just Ms. Hepburn's sense of humor. He never skimped on food or lodging expenses.
On the contrary, they were quite generous. As long as it wasn't restricted by other organizers, Henry's food and accommodation were on par with his.
It had just rained in New York today, so the ground was still a bit wet. Some people on the street had umbrellas, and some didn't, but they all hurried along in this busy city, stepping through the puddles.
Audrey Hepburn looked at this fast-paced city and couldn't bring herself to like it.
However, this did not dampen his good mood at seeing a close friend.
Givenchy, who originally ran his own luxury brand, joined the LVMH Group in recent years as its creative director.
Today, Mr. Givenchy took time out of his busy schedule to fly to New York to visit his dear friend who had survived being pursued by local warlords in Africa and his plane crash-landing.
They arrived at the restaurant quickly. Henry opened the car door, helped the lady out, and handed the rental car to the valet at the entrance.
I followed the lady into this upscale French restaurant, where you can't get a table without a reservation.
"Boom, ma'am. Mr. Givenchy is already waiting at your reserved table. Please allow me to show you to your seat." The restaurant manager personally greeted the big star at the door.
Henry had already mentioned the guest's identity when making the reservation, so the restaurant manager was naturally being extra cautious.
However, the guests' information was not shared with everyone in the restaurant beforehand; basically, only the manager who handled the reservations knew. This was to prevent employees from leaking the information to paparazzi and causing trouble for the restaurant's guests.
High-end restaurants of their caliber, in addition to basic issues such as food and hygiene, also do a very good job of protecting the privacy of their guests. At least the staff are trained to remain calm and composed no matter who they see.
If any celebrity or famous person comes to the store, the employees will scramble to get an autograph and a photo, and people who have been there probably won't want to come back a second time.
Of course, there are restaurants that use this approachable style of interaction. But most celebrities go to upscale restaurants precisely so they don't feel like they're being treated like monkeys in a zoo.
Having already been through enough of being a monkey, when people want to take a break, no one wants to put on a businesslike smile or act overly friendly to everyone.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was very relaxed, not the kind of strict atmosphere where the chef and restaurant manager are so crazy that guests are only allowed to eat and nothing else, including conversation.
The interior layout and lighting are very bright, allowing you to have a normal dinner, rather than using special lighting to color the food. The restaurant also has a warm, dim atmosphere.
Ms. Hepburn entered the restaurant, led by the restaurant manager. A debonair old gentleman spotted her immediately and rose to greet her with delight.
Givenchy.
Audrey.
The two exchanged a warm cheek kiss.
For Givenchy, who created his own luxury brand, this surname represents him, and he is proud of it. Therefore, regardless of whether they are close to him or not, everyone calls him "Givenchy" rather than by his first name or nickname.
"Who is this young man?" Givenchy asked Henry in a friendly manner.
"Oh, this is my new assistant, Henry Brown. A very interesting young man, I was just thinking I should introduce you two someday," Ms. Hepburn said with a playful smile.
Hearing this, Henry had a bad feeling. Nevertheless, he extended his hand and introduced himself to the fashion mogul, saying, "Mr. Henry Brown Givenchy, it's a great honor to meet you today."