Mi suegra apareció en mi restaurante con 38 amigos y anunció: “Ordenen las cosas más caras. Hoy estoy tratando a todos”, aunque sabía que no tenía intención de pagar. En lugar de echarlos, miré al gerente y le dije: “Sírveles todo”. Tres horas más tarde, cuando vio el billete de $ 23,289 y la carpeta que puse sobre la mesa, dejó de sonreír.

“You lied to me, Lucas,” she whispered in disbelief.

“I needed you to pressure Camilla into giving me control of the business! I thought if I gained legal access, I could use the restaurant’s revenue to fix my debts!”

One of the prominent socialites stood up from her chair.

“Beatrice, you explicitly told all of us that your son was the sole owner of this venue!”

“I was only repeating what he explained to me!” Beatrice shouted back defensively.

“You also promised that you were paying for this entire banquet!” another woman added angrily, picking up the massive bill. “Who is going to pay for all this expensive food and wine now?”

Beatrice looked frantically toward the exit, but I stepped smoothly into her path.

“The person who organized the event, placed the massive orders, and publicly announced that they were treating everyone should be held legally responsible. If you believe Lucas should cover it, you are welcome to work that out with him.”