Sixty one

“How about I go back home and return with the money? You can see that I made a mistake in my selection of cards,” Aidan pleaded stylishly, cold sweat dripping from his face.

“I'm sorry sir but unfortunately, we don't do that here. You have to pay your bills before you leave this place. Else, I'll have to call the cops.” As the waiter and Aidan argued, the accountant marched towards them.

“What's going on here?” he asked.

“This man made an order, ate some food and refused to pay his bills.”

“How much is his bills?” the accountant asked, observing Aidan carefully.

“Seventy five thousand dollars, sir.”

“Sir, why haven't you paid the bills? You look every inch wealthy. I'm sure there's a mix up somewhere,” the accountant immediately took sides with Aidan. Well, he wasn't to be blamed because Aidan looked very wealthy and his outfit cost a fortune. Who didn't want to be in a rich man's good books? It wasn't everyday that one had the luxury of meeting someone who spent such money!

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