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Vanessa walked over to where Doris and Westley were seated. She looked over the table and out their window, and then at Doris. "Well, well, well," she said. "Since when can just anyone get a table at Air Cosme?" She turned to the manager. "I want this table. You can ask them to leave. I will pay double for everything I order." The manager sighed and said, "I'm afraid that is not the way we operate here. As long as Mr. Gates is here, this is his table." "No," Vanessa whined. "I want this table!" She stomped her feet. "I want it! "I want it! I want it!" Suddenly, Lucas grabbed Vanessa's arm. His face was red. "Let's eat somewhere else," he said. "You're causing a scene, and it's embarrassing." Vivian turned to Lucas and said, "Shut up." Then she sat down in the empty chair next to Dor