RISE OF EDEN WEALTH: WEALTH SYSTEM

CHAPTER SEVEN: Arrogance

ROSY SILK RESTAURANT & HOTEL

Three black SUVs pulled up in front of a four story building. Eleven men stepped out from the cars. Ten of them were on black suits and black aviator glasses, while the other man was in a blue Italian suit. They all walked into the building with their heads raised high.

A few minutes later. In the lobby, a crowd of people were standing in front of the young man in a blue suit, while he was seated on a soft office chair, going through a file he was holding. One chef, one sous chef, ten cooks, a dozen waiters and waitresses, two porters, two receptionists, two dozen housekeepers, about two concierge, a spa manager, an event planner, a food manager, two bellhops, two laundry staff, and a maintenance technician. Dean realized there was more than sixty employees currently standing in front of him.. a bit of a stretch, but he will go with them for now, and employ more when the time comes.

“I am Eden Wealth, and I am the new owner of this establishment.” Dean said while staring at the faces of the people in front of him, “..now, I know this may be sudden for you, but I feel the name ‘Rosy Silk' doesn't resonate with what I have in mind for this place, so in the next few days, construction workers will be here to redesign this place and change the name board as well.” Dean said while flipping through the papers in the file.

Meanwhile this statement of his managed to get a reaction from the people standing obediently in front of him. While some had a shocked expression, others nodded in approval as they felt it was only right to do so. Meanwhile the chef had a disgruntled look on his face.

“You don't like my decision?” Dean asked him.

“Hmph! I know you bought this place and all, but from the look of things now, it seems you're still a greenhorn. Do you not know that the name ‘Rosy Silk' has gained lots of popularity? It has made a foothold in this city, and even outside Alerion City, if you decide to change it to whatever flashy name you have in mind, it will need to work hard to gain popularity. So if you will listen to my advise, I will suggest you leave the name as it is.” The chef said with unbridled arrogance.

Dean simply smiled, “That's a pretty good logic. What you said made sense.” Dean said, and he could see the chef smirk with arrogance and pride oozing from him, and to this Dean poured a bucket of ice on, “But such logic doesn't apply to me. And I am curious as to know where you got the courage to challenge the words of your employer.” Dean said while drumming his fingers on the armrest.

“Hmph! I am merely trying to advise you. I have been in this business for half my life, and I am also the star of Rosy Silk Restaurant, so forgive me if my words may sound challenging, but I am merely trying to preserve my livelihood and also help you recoup your losses.” Then he stared at Dean, “I heard you spent a fortune to buy this place, possibly all your savings. So I suggest you listen to me so I can help you recoup what you've lost.” He said.

Dean furrowed his brows. The way the chef said it made him realize someone must have fed him some information, as the exact details of the auction hasn't been made public yet. And the way the chef spoke made it seem like he was actually doing Dean a favor.

Dean took a deep breath and exhaled. He couldn't deny the man's logic, but that didn't mean he could accept the man's arrogance. Besides, from the look of things, it will seem the chef won't be loyal to him and his establishment. It will best to cut this bad egg off before it spoils the rest. And moreover, he was determined to change the name to what he believes will be his rise to power. He then turned to the chef.

“Okay, it seems you won't be working with us anymore.” Dean folded his hands, “This establishment, ‘Eden Royalty Luxury’ is under the Eden Royalty Corporation, and will surpass your Rosy Silk.. with or without you.” Then staring deep into the man's eyes, “You are to leave this establishment effective immediately.” Dean said in a firm voice.

The arrogant smile on the chef's face faltered a bit. “You.. you can't be serious, you are simply trying to scare me.” He gave a nervous chuckle.

“I suggest you leave before I call the security.” Dean's firm tone showed he wasn't joking or trying to scare the middle-aged man at all.

“You can't! I am a five star chef!” The chef panicked, but Dean didn't give him a second glance, he simply took out his phone and dialed a number, and in just a few seconds, two burly men in black suit walked in.

“Escort him out of my sight.” Dean said. The chef was hurled out while he kept on shouting profanities at Dean, his pride blinded him from begging for a second chance. Meanwhile Dean was now staring at the sous chef.

“For now, you'll be the acting Head Chef. If you prove yourself worthy, then the position will be yours. If not I will find someone to replace you.” Dean said. The sous chef nodded meekly. All the staff had one thought in mind about their new boss: “Obey, or be sacked.”

“Good.” Dean nodded when he saw their subservient expression. He also touched a bit sensitive problems before dismissing the meeting. He had given all the staff a week leave.. this way the workers can redesign the building to his taste.

Leaving the building, Dean called over his head of security; Phillip, a former spec-ops soldier. Just as he was about to discuss vital security topic security topic with him, a ferarri sports car stopped with a screech in front of him. The driver's window went down a bit, and hatred flashed across Dean's eyes when he saw the driver.

“Well, well, well.. fancy seeing you here. I heard you got yourself into an accident. Shouldn't you be at home recuperating or something?” Clinton Mercedes said with a smile on his face.