Diana stared at the sleek, shiny bank card resting on the polished wood.
Her expression stayed ice cold, completely unfazed by the girl's arrogance.
Without a word, Diana picked up the card. She turned and walked over to the gold-plated payment machine on a nearby serving cart.
She tapped the screen, manually entering the required five-million-dollar minimum charge.
"Let's see if Capital City money spends the same down here," Diana muttered.
She swiped the card through the reader.
The machine processed for a single, quiet second.
Then, a harsh, flat electronic beep echoed through the empty dining room. The small screen flashed bright red.
DECLINED.
The young girl didn't scream. She didn't throw a fit.
She just frowned. Her perfect eyebrows pulled together in genuine confusion.
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