Execute The Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 8

Polaris was the most Luxurious restaurant in Chicago. It is an exclusive, ultra-luxurious restaurant nestled in a private area of the city and reserved for the elite.

Its marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and handcrafted gold-leaf detailing gave it a luxurious look. Each table is set in its own Polaris-curtained alcove for maximum privacy.

The menu is a rotating selection of rare, globally sourced delicacies—think bluefin tuna flown in from Japan, truffle-infused wagyu, and vintage wines from private estates. Entry is by membership only, and reservations can take months—unless you’re on the billionaire list! Not even an average man could afford such a place.

Though people at work were rich, none of them were rich enough to afford such an expensive restaurant. First global bank employs the rich kids. Their roles were either manager, consultant, head of the team, who have little to no work to engage in… so Lucas, Clara, Madi, Sarah and 98% of them were just trying to get experience to gain knowledge on the business world. And not all of them could afford a place like Polaris!

Clara smiled to herself. She was indeed lucky and happy to have dumped Dexter to be with a man such as Lucas.

If not, how will she be able to come to such an expensive place?

This single post has earned her respect from their workplace. Not even Dexter himself will be worthy to talk to her.

She kissed Lucas on the cheek and made one last post before going to the restroom.

Meanwhile, Dexter and Ashanti had arrived at the place, but he needed to use the men's room, so he excused himself.

Beep!

{Ms. Madison's case had been solved, boss} as he read the text, he unknowingly bumped into Clara.

“Dexter?” Clara's mouth fell wide open.

Both of them were equally shocked because they never expected to see each other in a place like this.

“You asshole! Did you come to beg the rich folks here for money! You don't seem to quit, do you! Do you need 10 bucks again?!” She shouted outside the restroom.

“I'm a customer just like you.” Dexter frowned.

“Haha! Customer! Get out this instant! I said get out! Where is the manager! Security! There's an intruder in here!” She started shouting, not caring about the attention she was pulling from the crowd.

“Clara, stop it! You never seem to stop trying to embarrass me!”

“Rephrase that! You never seem to stop trying to embarrass yourself!” Polaris is going to lose its value! If this place is for the elites only, how did a rat below the standard get in here!

Slowly, onlookers started murmuring.

“Reason why I hate poor people. They are such a killjoy!”

“He should be kicked out and banned from entry!”

Just then, Lucas and the manager rushed towards them.

Lucas smirked the moment his eyes fell on Dexter, “Did you see your class here?”

“Yes, Lucas, I see my class but I don't see yours.” He shot back at him.

“How dare you!” Clara fumed, turning to the manager. “Don't just stand there while he's treating your customers awfully! Kick this scumbag out!” She shouted.

“Sir, if you're not a customer, I'll suggest you leave quietly. I don't want to use force on you.” The manager was trying to be polite.

“You can't kick me out. I'm also a customer. My table is table 101.” Dexter said calmly, causing Lucas and Clara to burst out laughing.

“You're such a cheap liar!” Clara could almost not believe her ears.

“This fool is going to ruin your restaurant’s reputation. My girlfriend and I booked table 101. Or are you telling me it's a coincidence that we booked the same table?!” Lucas shook his head as if disappointed in Dexter's foolishness.

All the while, Ashanti was behind them, listening to their discussion in shame. Except, Dexter didn't notice when she joined in; as she had curiosity walked over to the spot when she sensed Dexter might be in trouble. Especially since he was taking too long.

Clara glared at Dexter with disgust, “You wanted to lie, but lied unprofessionally, how foolish!”

The two laughed out loud.

But the manager politely asked for a receipt from Dexter to confirm. In Polaris, all customers are treated well, and he wouldn't hesitate to kick him out once he's found guilty.

“Here…. I booked a reservation for table 101.” He explained, showing the man his full payment receipt and bookings.

The moment the manager saw this, his demeanor changed and immediately apologised. “Please accept my sincere apologies, sir. I see you booked a table for two? Please, come with me.” He quickly ushered Dexter, without giving Clara and Lucas a second glance.

The two exchanged puzzled glances, unable to grasp what was happening.

Dexter noticed his wife behind and took her hands. “I didn't see you.. let's go?” Then they walked away.

When they arrived at the table, the manager frowned as he noticed the table was filled with dishes that indicated someone had taken the table.

He pulled out his walkie talkie and soon, the waiter in charge rushed to them.

When the manager demanded what was going on, the waiter nervously pleaded. “Forgive me sir, I was employed this afternoon and couldn't differentiate between the VIP table 101 and regular 101.” He explained, and just then, Clara and Lucas walked back to their table.

“Ma’am, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Can I see your receipt?” The manager quickly turned to them, while Dexter and Ashanti watched calmly.

After scanning their receipt, the manager said,

“The misunderstanding is from our end… you booked the regular table 101. This is the V-vip table… Mr. Wilson and his wife reserved it, not you.”

Those words left Clara struck dumb! Her heart sank and her throat suddenly went dry.