Millionaire Bet $100K a Black Waitress Can't Speak Chinese — Her Reply Makes the Whole Room Stand Up

Whitney looked down at the envelope, then up at Victor with a skeptical frown. “What is this?” “That,” Victor explained smoothly, “is the one-hundred-thousand-dollar cashier’s check Mr. Covington so generously wagered earlier this evening when he claimed you couldn't speak a complete sentence in Chinese. Since he lost the bet in front of sixty witnesses and a federal officer of the court—who happens to be a personal friend of mine and was sitting three tables over eating a very mediocre club sandwich—I took the liberty of having my legal associate draft a formal payout agreement while you were translating the indemnity clauses. Gerald’s corporate account will cover it automatically before the morning clearinghouse opens.” Whitney stared at the envelope as if it were a venomous snake. “I can't take this. I didn't actually make a bet with him.” “Nonsense,” Victor insisted, standing up and smoothing down his jacket. “You earned every single cent of it by saving an international trade delegation from a very expensive fraud. Consider it severance pay for having to deal with his appalling manners.”