In that moment, I had three options.

I could tell her I was the owner and shut it down immediately.

I could ignore it and let security handle it.

Or…

I could teach a lesson.

I smiled. “Of course. Right this way.”

Her confidence snapped back like magic.

“See?” she said to her friends. “Some people just need reminding.”

I led them past the main dining room—past candlelit tables and laughing guests—toward a small private room near the back. It was nice, but clearly not VIP.

“Please have a seat,” I said. “Someone will be with you shortly.”

They sat, murmuring triumphantly.

I closed the door.

Then I instructed the manager to delay service.

Ten minutes passed.