A Concierge’s Intervention
As Griff’s frustration mounted, a man approached their table, exuding an air of authority.
It was the concierge. “Is there a problem here?” he inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Griff’s military discipline held him in check, but his voice trembled slightly as he responded, “Yes, there’s a problem. This bill is way higher than it should be. I calculated everything, and it doesn’t add up to this.”