Chapter 8: The confrontatiom

As George and Sawyer sat down by the window in La Casa restaurant, one of the most expensive restaurants in the city known for their exquisite dishes, ambiance, and decor too. Booking a reservation means being part of the upper echelon hard due. Every socialite wants to dine here. Given its nice ratings, magazines want an exclusive interview with the owner but have always been unable to.

“Here is the report you asked for. Mr. Sebastian will arrive tomorrow. He looks forward to working with you," Sawyer said, handing George the report.

“We will see if he is worth my time and if his business is worth investing. I wouldn’t want to waste my time and money on a crappy deal.”

Sipping his wine, George flips through the report.

“What about what I asked you to look into, have you done that yet?”

Sawyer nods her head.

“According to my sources, the only reason Mr Wilson is looking for your investment was because he lost half of his money in gambling. He has incurred a huge debt and is now looking for someone to pump money into his business," Sawyer said.

George scoffed, feeling irritated.

"What can I expect from that old geezer? It's no wonder his useless son took after him."

“That's not all, Sir. He normally invests in some companies and then betrays his business partners with falsified evidence, sometimes swindling them of their money. That’s how he is still able to be among the rich."

“Well if he thinks he is about to swindle me, then he should think again. I don't even know how grandfather could stand people like him," George rolled his eyes.

“Let's eat before the food gets cold. You must be starving."

He picks up his utensils.

“Yes sir," Sawyer said.

George was enjoying his meal when suddenly he looked outside the window to see Damon and Vanessa walking into the restaurant. Damon's hands around his ex-wife's waist with smiles on their face.

He suddenly loses his appetite. Looking at the way Vanessa was smiling at Damon made George grip his fork tightly causing Sawyer to stare at him, wondering why the sudden change of mood.

“Are you okay Sir?" She asked but got no response from George who had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Sir?” she tapped his hand gently.

George turned his eyes to her.

“I was asking if you were okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to touch you," she apologized.

“It's okay and yes I am fine."

George gives her a small smile before focusing back on his food.

Damon pulls out the chair for his fiancée before settling down on his. He motions for the waiter to order their food. Vanessa takes her time ordering, going from the most expensive dishes.

“I’m so happy that you were able to book us a table here. Getting a reservation is almost impossible. I can see why. I mean look at the interior design of this place, it screams elegance and wealth but also has a homely feeling."

Vanessa gushes, looking around feeling impressed.

Damon grins like someone who just won a million-dollar contract. A smug look on his face as he stared at Vanessa.

“I mean all I had to do was just call my name and that of my company and the reservation was secured. They should know better if they had turned me down again. I would have it closed down," he smirked, feeling good with himself.

Not long after, their food arrives. The nice aroma wafting around their table from the mouth-watering dishes.

“Let's eat," Damon said.

Vanessa has her first bite and nods her head at the taste.

"Wow. Just wow. This is really good. It's just extraordinary. Their chef is really good and deserves a thumbs up."

Damon nods agreeing with his fiancee.

Vanessa wanted to say something else when she looked at the table where George was seated. He was staring back at her and she narrowed her eyes, scoffing.

“You have to be kidding me. What the hell is he doing here?"

“Who are you talking about?”

“Look over there. What the hell is George doing here?"

“George? Where is he? Where is the bastard?"

Vanessa points to his table.

Damon stands up like a military commander going to war, charging towards George’s table with Vanessa hastily following him.

“Why the hell are you following us around like some creep?" Damon fumed glaring at George who gave him a bored look.

“I believe this is a restaurant and everybody is allowed to eat and have a good time here. So why the hell are you asking such stupid questions?" George retorts.

Vanessa scoffed.

"And you expect us to believe such a stupid excuse? Stop stalking me George, we are long done. Why can’t you get that through your thick skull?"

"First, you show up at my house claiming you want to collect your stuff. Now you follow me to the same restaurant I came to. How much of a creep can you be?"

Sawyer looked at the two, wondering who they were and why they were harassing her boss. Since she doesn’t know much about him, she decides to stay out of it.

“Like I said, this is a restaurant and you don’t have any right to ask me what I am doing here or accuse me of being a stalker,” he glared at them.

Picking up his fork, he resumed his food but Vanessa wouldn’t allow that as she took his glass of water and poured it into his food.

Sawyer gasped at this while Damon smirked, loving every bit of what Vanessa was doing.

“You are a poor trash who couldn’t even afford a sandwich now you are dining in an expensive restaurant? Who did you steal from or is she the one paying for your meal? How disgusting."

"I always knew you were shameless but I didn’t know it was to this extent."

“I can’t eat in the same restaurant as you. We are not of the same social class," she yelled.

“Then leave. No one is forcing you to be here," George said coldly, clearly not in the mood for Vanessa’s annoying tantrum.

“What?! I leave? Why should I leave? Are you insane or has poverty finally affected your thinking?"

“I wasn't complaining, you were. Now get out if you are done, you have completely ruined my lunch," he glared at her.

Vanessa looks taken back. The George she is seeing now is different from the one she was married to. The way he stared at her, with such disdain and hatred, made her take a little step back but apparently, Damon was having none of it as he gripped George by the collar, causing him to stand up.

“What gave you the right to talk to my fiancée like that? Are you asking for a beating or have you forgotten your place? You are nothing, George. Just a poor little boy who used to work for me," he screamed in his face.

“Get your filthy hands off me," George pushes him away harshly.

Their little confrontation started to attract some spectators as people left their meal, whispering and discussing, staring at the three. Vanessa, noticing the looks they were getting tugs at Damon’s sleeve to stop him.

“That’s enough Damon. Let’s just leave,” she said to him

“Like hell, I would. Get me your manager or security right now," he screamed, causing a few men dressed in suits to appear at the scene.

“Good, you are here. Drag this trash out of here," Damon commanded but instead of obeying him, they gave him a weird look, causing George to smirk at this and Sawyer to snicker, finding the situation funny.

“Why aren’t you guys doing anything? Get him out of here. My fiancée and I can’t eat with this trash present," he roared in anger when no one was moving.

“I am going to ask you to leave Sir. You are causing havoc here by disturbing this serene environment.“

Damon pushes the man, raising his fist to throw a punch but the man catches his fist, twisting it behind making him yelp out in pain.

Vanessa steps in.

“Stop it, Damon. People are staring. Let’s just go."

She pulls his sleeve, the security men tailing behind them as they leave the restaurant.

Vanessa stops and turns to see George’s smirking face.