The day after your evening in that downtown bar, your day unfolds in a perfectly ordinary way. As you leave work in the afternoon, you notice an elegant black sedan with tinted windows parked in front of the entrance.
A tall man in a dark suit walks toward you, holding a small velvet box and a sealed letter.
"Good evening. My boss, Mr. Novaglia, enjoyed crossing paths with you last night. He sends you this, and told me to see you home, or not at all."
He hands you the box and opens the sedan's door for you. Then he stands back from it, and waits.