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.

sigh

him suddenly and the speaker ran to block him

one could guess he was a

restaurant. Why are you questioning me and

“Are you kidding me? You seriously think I was going to

him a confused look. “And why won’t you

gave him another

the path of his gaze and realized he

your caliber. I will never let you constitute a nuisance here. You will never

stared at him, confused. “What is really happening here? Why can’t I

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

but he decided to stay cool about it as he didn’t want to act a

dialed Alfred’s

Hercules, where

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

the boss? Just enter and you

a waiter wouldn’t let me,” he reported. “I

boomed angrily. “Just give me ten minutes, I will be in Weathervane

I will be expecting,” he finished up

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

insult but a deep voice from behind him

ex-boyfriend,” Seth mocked further as

my boyfriend. He is just some struggling guy. And I think he should struggle and get some money before he thinks

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