"What?" Clara stared at the bank card for a long moment, her expression one of utter confusion.
"A bank card."
She rolled her eyes. Of course she knew it was a bank card.
"I mean, why are you giving it to me?"
"It's for you, which means it's for you to spend." Seth was starting to question her intelligence. 'I gave her a bank card, if not for spending, what's she supposed to do with it? Put it on display in her room?'
"How much?"
Clara wondered to herself. 'Did he suddenly have a pang of conscience? Did he feel bad about letting a girl treat him, a grown man, to such an expensive meal?'
'So he figured he'd pay her back for dinner, to make sure she wasn't left too strapped for cash.'
"I put five million in there to start. But don't worry, I'll get text alerts, and I'll top it up whenever the balance gets low. So, no matter how much you spend or when you spend it, there will always be money."
