The file described him briefly.
Italian father.
Indian mother.
Raised between Milan, Rome and Mumbai.
Michelin stars before twenty-five.
Restaurants booked months in advance.
A reputation for perfection.
And an even greater reputation for arrogance.
He rarely smiled in photographs.
Rarely gave interviews.
Rarely tolerated mistakes.
People either admired him or feared him.
Usually both.
Lara folded her arms.
"He agreed to exactly forty minutes."
"That's enough."
"He has cancelled interviews halfway through before."
"I understand."
Lara studied her for a moment.
"You'll do fine."
It was the closest thing to encouragement Lara ever gave.