Framed at My Cousin's Club
I was treating some friends to dinner at the private club my cousin owned. When we wrapped up, I waved over a server. "Just put it on Nick's tab."
The server nodded, but a manager I'd never seen stepped in to block her.
Wearing a smile that never reached her eyes, she said, "Sir, Bosco is a members-only establishment. We don't offer tabs."
I felt a flicker of irritation. "I'm the owner's cousin. Just let him know."
She let out a sharp, mocking laugh and slapped a bill onto the table. Eighty-eight thousand.
Exclusive suite atmosphere maintenance fee, ten thousand. High‑end social network filtration fee, twenty thousand. Spontaneous entertainment ambience enhancement fee, fifteen thousand
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