The bill gets paid — and I get promoted
Mr. Thompson slapped his credit card on the counter like it physically hurt him.
“Fine,” he muttered. “And… add a tip.”
Mr. Caruso raised an eyebrow. “How generous.”
He ran the card and handed back the receipt.
“Thank you for settling your account,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll sleep better tonight.”
As they turned to leave, Mr. Thompson looked back, suddenly smaller.
“You’ll tell people we paid, right?” he asked.
Mr. Caruso smiled — not kindly.
“We’ll see.”
When the door closed, the dining room erupted into applause.
