I Paid the Bill, Then They Paid the Price

Summary

At the Christmas party, Bella Snow, a Gen Z intern in my department, suggested we go to an exclusive private restaurant.

Under the table, she rubbed her foot against my calf.

"Director," she purred, "if you don't have a few too many drinks tonight, how am I supposed to get my chance to move up?"

To avoid any suggestion of impropriety, I made a point of arriving late.

When I walked in, I found they had ordered ten king crabs and two bottles of Louis XIII.

The moment she saw me, Bella stood up, a triumphant smirk on her face, and led the other interns towards the door.