As the general manager’s words hung in the air, Christian Hobbs felt her lashes flutter downward, a faint shadow of melancholy crossing her face. Regardless of who this mysterious benefactor was, the weight of the favor sat heavily on her chest. In the high-stakes social circles of Novus City, there was no such thing as a free lunch, and she had just unwittingly accepted a banquet worth a fortune.
Gary Walsh, noticing her hesitation and feeling a pang of sympathy for the woman his master clearly cherished, offered a reassuring smile. "Please, rest easy, Ms. Hobbs. To the individual who arranged this, a meal of this caliber is a trifle—hardly worth mentioning on a balance sheet. Should it please you, you are welcome to bring guests here to the Supreme suite every single day."
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