but at me, around me, through me like I was transparent.
It took me three seconds to process the scene. The empty wine bottles—two Châteauneuf-du-Pape at $180 each. Five entrees including the wagyu beef at $145. The desserts, the aperitifs, the truffle supplement. I had never been invited to join their dinner. I had been invited to finance it.
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