Charismatic Shoemaker Lloyd

Chapter 7

*Charismatic shoemaker Lloyd*

Margaret fumed with anger inside the chilly snow, she could not stand that she was thrown outside the six star hotel. To think after their big accomplishment yesterday she’d been humiliated like this burned down her throat.

The security were passive looking at her with blunt expression, despite her holding her membership card, she hit her foot on the ground disgustingly.

Her nails dug into her palm as she pulled out her phone and dialed Harris..

“I won’t take this! That lowlife is sitting inside while I’m standing outside!” She rant out over the phone to her son.

“What! I didn’t hear you well.” Harris refuses to understand who her mother is referring to.

“That bastard, Benton is inside the VIP restaurant right now, being treated like some VIP while I was thrown out.”

“What!” Everyone in the background exclaimed.

“How is that possible?” Avery cut in, “mother you know you’re very good at mocking Benton and speaking in parables afterwards.”

“I was just outside ready to go in since you guys said you’d join me in an hour for the celebration. Then I saw Benton. I merely reminded the pest of his place and the next thing I know the head of security came out looking for him and without batting an eye at my membership card threw me out. This is an insult and I promised them that my family will terminate their membership with the Pendergast. Tell your father to fix this right now!”

Harris ball his fist by his side while Avery eyes were outraged, yet their father Tyson found it delusional. “You mean, Pendergast doesn’t know of our important contributions to their company.”

“That bastard is looking for another elite to sugarcoat into feeding him, don't worry mom dad is here he will fix it.”

Tysons expression darkened. “That head of security might have lost his mind. I will put those fools in the damn place.”

“Why don't you come home first and we will handle those measly bastards for making you stand under the snow.”

Although her expression is sour and embarrassed from the gawking of passer-by Margaret tilted her shoulder and walked into her Mercedes, inside she roared, throwing a fit.

Arriving at the family mansion she skied to the living room in a hurry. “Mother.” Avery rushed to tug her arm, “why will you let that stupid fool downgrade you like that,” she whined provoking her mother. “Didn't you tell them that the Pendergast heir is Harris friend and will punish them for looking down on you?”

“Our reservation is by 4 today and…”

“What? You want to terminate our reservations because of that streetrat,” Harris cringed at the thought of Benton walking through the story building of Pendergast restaurant, “that pig doesn't belong there! And more so were not terminating our reservations as premium members.”

Margaret's anger eased slightly. That's more like it, her whole family were now going and she wanted to get back at the security for the humiliation. “Let's see if they're willing to lose our whole family as a client because of that smelling dog.

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The whole Tyson family arrived in front of the Pendergast, they didn't bother with pleasantries. Tyson's voice was dripping with arrogance. “This is Tyson, do you have a death wish let us in now.”

The security face remains impassive. “I'm afraid that won't be possible Mr Tyson.”

The security voice sharpened. “With all due respect Mr Tyson this is the manager's direct order.”

Mr Tyson's smirk faded. “What the hell are you talking about? My son here is friends with the Pendagast heir, do you want to have issues in the future?”

“The head of security instruction was very clear, there are important clients having dinner at the premium suits and have decided to keep the floor to themselves. And the instruction was that if any noisy arrogant person follows they won't just ban their card like they did to Mrs Margeret they will be thrown outside.”

Mr Tyson stiffened, the Llyod were no ordinary family as far as he learned their influence and wealth were extraordinary.

They were someone he could not afford to offend and he was dragged into this unnecessary trouble because of her arrogance.

“But we have a reservation here.” Avery stepped forward.

That damn woman!

“I understand,” he said flatly, having lost his earlier arrogance.

The head of the security tone remains warm. “Then I suggest you act accordingly Mr Tyson.”

“What! Are you going to just back down!”

He sharply turned to Margeret, his voice low but filled with irritation. “Let us go home now.”

“Wait Tyson what are you doing?.”

“The manager isn't going to let us in,” he said flat out. “Can't you see they have important clients who we are nothing but ants before them. If you keep making a scene we will lose our membership!”

“That's ridiculous we have a reservation. I won't accept this.”

“I don't care!” Tyson snapped, losing his temper. “Lloyd company manager is here meeting with an important client and the last thing I need is you associating me with public embarrassment.”

“But father…” Harris called angry that his father is backing down, called out.

“If she lingers, and this mess gets any bigger, the Llyod family will remember her in the worst possible way.

“No, we're still the biggest in this town, the Lloyd company is...”

“Margaret enough!” Tyson snapped. “Do you know how powerful the Lloyd family is!”

He has worked hard for the Pendergast partnership to let something as foolish as his wife's ego ruin it.

Margaret snapped. “After the way they humiliated me, you expect me to-”

“If we don't leave right now you'd be humiliating me even more.” Tyson stated his voice cold as ice. “Our family will be kicked out and the reputation we managed to build will go to waste, is that what you want?”

Tyson huffed through the cold air, and stomped to the passenger seat of his car, with Harris, although angry, could not mind but see reasons with his father. “I wonder why they let Benton inside.” Harris said his voice tinged with curiosity and envy.

“The Lloyd must not want disturbance in the premium suites, but they should have given a prior notice or moved our reservation to the regular suites.”

“Something important that they're treating the entire floor to booking, not minding their elite members. Is the Llyod family influence that strong,” Harris said aloud,

“They're the super family of the central continent, wouldn't it be something if we can meet them? That kind of connection would be valuable.” Avery said, treading through her tabloid.

“What about mother?” Harris asked, bothered. “She nearly ruined everything, let's be optimistic.”

Tyson straightened in his seat, “we still have our membership intact, if we play our cards right. The right introduction will change everything.”

“Meanwhile Benton must pay, that dirty streetbeggar.” Harris scoffed, his thoughts drifting back to him. “The pathetic street beggar somehow managed to weasel his way there, probably paid someone at the door, maybe…”

“Forget about the street rat, let’s focus on the bigger picture, we need to get close to the Lloyd family.”