The Price of a Brother's Betrayal

Summary

I was trying to leave the restaurant my brother owned when the manager stopped me. "Excuse me, Miss. You haven't paid your bill."

I looked at the stranger, assuming she was new and didn't recognize me. So, I explained politely:

"Put it on your boss's tab. He knows."

The female manager looked me up and down with pure disdain. "Miss, we are a Michelin three-star establishment. We never allow tabs."

She slapped a printed bill in front of me.

I glanced down. Fifty grand for one meal.