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 high 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.

a sigh and moved

voice stopped him suddenly and the speaker ran to block him from entering the restaurant. “What the fuck

attire, one could guess he was

Why are you questioning me and why are you in

burst into laughter. “Are you kidding me? You

a confused look. “And

gave

his gaze and realized he was looking at

people of your caliber. I will never let you constitute

really happening here? Why can’t

do. And I’m here to stop you!” He snarled at him. “I

he decided to stay cool about it as he didn’t

took his phone instead and dialed Alfred’s

Hercules, where are

the waiter for a mom. “I’m in front of Weathervane. Have you booked

boss? Just enter and you will be well attended to.

waiter wouldn’t let me,” he reported. “I was even mocked by him and he had kept me

could that be?” He boomed angrily. “Just give me ten minutes,

nodded. “Alright, I will be expecting,” he finished up and

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,”

his insult but

at your poor ex-boyfriend,” Seth mocked further as he and Nora walked to

think he

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