"Ah, Dulcie, I told you not to bring this garbage. See, isn't it embarrassing?" Feliciano looked over at Theophilus, speaking with contempt: "Please, if you want to grandstand, at least do some research on the level of the Mid Hotel. Don't you see who's sitting here, and yet you dare to make a fool of yourself."
What a joke. The Mid Hotel was the most luxurious in the Los Angeles, the most expensive place, and a veritable money furnace. Even a simple meal was at least a hundred grand. The intellectual elites barely managed to afford to come here.
In the Mid District, who wouldn't know? The Mid Hotel was a flagship establishment, a club for the upper echelons of society. Those who frequented this place were either high-ranking officials or children of wealthy families, all individuals of
