Chapter 8: frustration “Pizza man! Delivery!” a man yelled from outside of Grey’s house. Grey smiled
and picked a hundred-dollar bill. He opened the door and stretched out the money. “Thank you for
ordering. It’s $15.” “Keep the money!” He replied immediately and took the pizza from him. He closed
the door before the man would say anything else. He stared at the pizza and remembered he hadn’t
ordered pizza in forever because he was saving money for Nora’s birthday gift. Grey remembered what
Alfred had told him and wondered how he was supposed to keep a low profile after losing his job. But
at least, he could afford nice delicacies now unlike before. After eating, Grey decided to take a long rest
as he could still feel some pains from the beating he got from waking up beside Avery on the
bed. . When Grey woke up, it was almost six and he decided to get ready for dinner. He had a quick
shower and wore a grey shirt with black trousers. Actually, it was one of his best clothes. He was going
to Weathervane, even though he knew that his kind of attire didn’t fit a place like that. He took a cab
instead and soon arrived at the restaurant. He stood outside the building for a moment, admiring the
outer setting. The weathervane was among the top five luxurious restaurants in the city. People rated it
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthigh for a lot of things. And it’s mostly patronized by people of high class and their dishes are
expensive. In one word, whoever can afford Weathervane is a rich man. He let out a sigh and moved
towards the entrance. “Hey!” A voice stopped him suddenly and the speaker ran to block him from
entering the restaurant. “What the fuck are you doing?” With his attire, one could guess he was a
waiter. Grey blinked once, then twice. “I’m trying to enter the restaurant. Why are you questioning me
and why are you in my way?” The waiter stared at him for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter.
“Are you kidding me? You seriously think I was going to let you enter?” Grey gave him a confused look.
“And why won’t you do that?” The waiter gave him another scrutiny. Grey followed the path of his gaze
and realized he was looking at the clothes he was wearing. “I’m very familiar with people of your
caliber. I will never let you constitute a nuisance here. You will never enter!” He stated firmly. Grey
stared at him, confused. “What is really happening here? Why can’t I enter the restaurant? Do you
know me from somewhere?” “Well, I don’t need to know you before I can guess what you are here to
do. And I’m here to stop you!” He snarled at him. “I don’t know why all these poor people think you can
steal meals at every restaurant. Weathervane isn’t your kind,” he sprouted out. Grey felt a surge of
anger at his words but he decided to stay cool about it as he didn’t want to act a nuisance at such a
nice restaurant. He took his phone instead and dialed Alfred’s number. He picked up immediately. “Yes
Hercules, where are you?” Grey stared at the waiter for a mom. “I’m in front of Weathervane. Have you
booked a seat?” “No, why do I have to do that when I’m the boss? Just enter and you will be well
attended to. Also, I will be at Weathervane soon,” Alfred explained. “Well,” Grey started and realized
that the waiter was watching him intensely with dirty glares. “I couldn’t enter because a waiter wouldn’t
let me,” he reported. “I was even mocked by him and he had kept me standing for some minutes
now.” “What the fuck! What stupid waiter could that be?” He boomed angrily. “Just give me ten minutes,
I will be in Weathervane soon. Please, don’t be offended,” he apologized. Grey nodded. “Alright, I will
be expecting,” he finished up and hung up. The waiter scoffed again. “Very funny. Are you trying to play
games here? I’m definitely not going to let you in,” his eyes hardened on him. “And you are only
bluffing. You didn’t call anyone and there’s no fucking way you’d afford Weathervane expensive meals,”
he insulted. Grey opened his mouth to counter his insult but a deep voice from behind him stopped
him. “Look at your poor ex-boyfriend,” Seth mocked further as he and Nora walked to view. Nora
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgiggled. “He’s never my boyfriend. He is just some struggling guy. And I think he should struggle and
get some money before he thinks he could have a girlfriend.” “You should never look down on
someone like that,” Grey warned. Seth and Nora laughed harder. “That’s so funny. By the way, what the
fuck are you doing here because I know there’s no way you can afford the expensive meals
here?” Grey shrugged with a little smile. “Well, Alfred invited me here.” “Oh,” Seth nodded and looked
over at Nora. “I didn’t tell you that Mr. Alfred claimed he was a grandson to one of his friends. He must
be here to ask for his help.” Nora nodded briefly. “That mean he didn’t invite him here?” “Of course!”
Seth boomed. “You heard me well,” Grey said quickly. “I just said he invited me here.” He opined with a
serious expression. The waiter laughed again. “I knew it! I knew you were a joker.” Seth, Nora, and the
Waiter burst into laughter. Grey felt a slight stab of annoyance but he decided not to say any word.
Seth was always used to twisting his words. Suddenly, a Bugatti Centodieci pulled up in the parking lot.
Grey and the rest looked back as Alfred got out of the car. He was however accompanied by another
man. This man was Gregory, the CEO of the popular clothing line in the city. He was also a boss of a
big mafia in the city. Grey eyes widened. He’d heard a lot about Gregory. He just didn’t believe that the
person he was supposed to meet was Gregory. No, the real question was why would Gregory want to
see him? Was it trouble or not?