“Sir… did you just say ten bottles of Châeteau Lafite?” The head waiter stammered, almost betraying his professionalism. His eyes widened in shock. “Sir…a bottle of the Lafite wine costs—”
“Are you insinuating that I cannot pay for my orders? How about I let the chairman know how very disrespectful that statement sounds to me?” Lucian interrupted, feeling annoyed.
The man almost knelt in fear. He shook his head violently as his teeth clattered. “No…sir, please! My apologies! I meant no offense. I'll get your orders right away!”
With that, he scurried away with the rest of the staff, returning soon enough to serve Lucian first before any other person. It was like they were in a competition on who would look their best while serving him.
“The pool, guys! Wine is best enjoyed in the pool.
