Chapter 10 - The Restaurant Manager Hand Delivers The Paid Bill
The heavy mahogany door opened once more, and the general manager of the restaurant stepped into the private room.
He was holding a slim, leather presenter book in his hands, his expression strictly professional.
He looked at Dad, who was slumped in his chair looking thoroughly defeated.
“Sir, I apologize for the interruption,” the manager said smoothly, placing the presenter book in front of Dad.
“General Carter requested that I provide you with the itemized receipt for your personal records.”
Dad opened the presenter book slowly, his eyes scanning the long list of high-end food and alcohol items.
At the bottom, the total read: $3,482.50.
Below the total, in crisp green digital print, it showed the payment method: PAID IN FULL - CENTURION DOD CLEARANCE.
Below that, my signature was stamped cleanly in electronic black ink.
“She... she left a thousand-dollar tip for the staff,” Dad murmured out loud, reading the bottom line.
“General Carter is one of our most valued patrons, Sir,” the manager noted, a hint of pride in his voice.
“She frequently hosts high-level defense attachés in our main hall, though she always insists on paying personally.”
“She is a remarkable woman.”
Every word out of the manager's mouth felt like a fresh slap in the face to my father and sister.
The manager offered a polite bow and turned to leave, pausing briefly at the door.
“Oh, and Captain Carter?” the manager added, looking directly at Melissa.
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“The military police detail outside asked me to remind you that your base curfew is 2300 hours.”
“You have forty-five minutes to report back to your quarters.”
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