"Shut up, you pauper!" Claire's hysterical voice reverberated in the lobby, rendering everyone silent.
Hera, unfazed by Claire's outburst, calmly inquired, "So, what do you want to happen then?" Her question held a hint of disinterest as if she were merely going through the motions.
Claire, momentarily regaining some semblance of composure, seized upon the opportunity. "Since you asked, I want you to pay for the food you've eaten too. Then, I would feel appeased and I would silently follow the restaurant's verdict."
Inwardly, Claire relished the thought of Hera being unable to afford the exorbitant bill of an exclusive restaurant. She knew Hera's financial limitations well and felt a surge of satisfaction at not being the one in the worst position. She believed that the General Manager would just go along to fix the issue since the crowd was growing bigger.
