A Call For Help.

As soon as Bethany left, Amara walked over to the reception to pay the bill. Tobias followed after her. "I can handle my bill." He said, reaching into his pocket. Amara looked over her shoulder and sneered. "I'm not paying it for you. It's Bethany's bill, not yours." Saying this, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her card. Tobias recognized it as the same black card he had seen her receive that day back at the club. He tried seeing the initials printed on it, but the receptionist's hand had covered the card before he could. He didn't say anything, instead he reached into his pocket and picked out the extra invitation card he had in his pocket. "Since you're so insistent on paying the bill, here, take this." Amara didn't receive the card. She examined it in his waiting hand. "What's this?" "An invitation to Madam Sinclair's upcoming birthday anniversary. It's the least I can do for a woman like you after you paid the bill." Tobias looked indifferent as he said this. "Firstly, w