Rise of the Lost, Slumdog Billionaire Heir

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Meanwhile at that same time at DINE WELL RESTAURANT, a place known for its extravagant but nicely cooked foods, hundreds of customers stood there, their faces twisted with disgust.

The restaurant's dining hall wasn't yet tidy. And the person responsible for that was no other than David Taylor. He was the restaurant cleaner.

All customers know him and he disgusts them. Only a few loved him.

"Why is the whole place looking messy?” One customer asked, clearly irritated. He glanced down at his watch, checking the time. “It's past 8 already. Where's that lazy ass cleaner?"

"This is real incompetence," another customer said, face tightening with annoyance. “Aren’t this place ought to be cleaned by now?”

"Where the hell is that fucking lazy son of a bitch even?"

They growled, furious.

Vivian stepped forward.

“Sir, I saw him leaving this morning, approached him, but he said he had something more important than this to attend to." She lied with gritted teeth.

The first customer, dressed in a gray suit, who had spoken first, frowned heavily. "Can you imagine that? He got the guts to even say that?”

Some furious customers started exiting the place, shaking their heads in disapproval.

"Let the manager get here and I'll make sure she gets that asshole fired." The first man swore.

At that very moment, the gate rolled open, and a car drove into the compound, its black, shiny tires gliding smoothly into the parking lot.

It slowly came to a halt, its engine quenching.

A woman around the age of fifty with slightly grey hair stepped out of the car. She was short in stature. Her expression exudes wealth, able to attract wealth.

It was the manager of this multi-million dollar restaurant.

As she started striding toward the door, she spotted people exiting, their faces dark with annoyance and bitterness.

She narrowed her eyes at them, confusion taking the best of her. “W–why are their faces that way?” She mumbled. "They don't look bright. Not at all.”

She then shrugged as if trying to throw off the thought. As she approached the door, she started to hear murmurings that filled the air, but she maintained her composure.

"Please, Sirs. Please Mas. Don't report him to the manager. I'll get the whole place cleaned up. Just a minute.” The staff guy, the only one who usually stands by David, was begging the customers, hands clasped.

He had just stepped downstairs minutes ago.

But it was too late. Because—

The door swung open and the manager stepped in. Her eyes swept over everyone in the room in an instant.

Faces contorted with annoyance turned in an instant toward her.

The manager walked further into the room, raised an eyebrow, and inquired impatiently. "What's happening here?” She asked.

"Ma, thank God you came at the right time." Vivian rushed forward. “Good morning, ma. Could you believe David left the whole place untidy and disappeared? Nobody knows his way about. He didn't let us know either."

The manager glanced down, taking in the dirtiness of the place. Her heart clutched. “That bas—-how could he?” She bit her lips, visibly annoyed.

“You’ve hired such a dumbass as your worker. He needs to be fired!” One of the furious customers echoed.

"Yes!” Another supported. “Or else we'll stop coming here." The man on the gray suit threatened, looking dead serious.

Others nodded.

Vivian's lips parted with secret happiness.

The manager swallowed hard. She didn't know what to say.

She hesitated. "I sincerely apologize for this, you all. I promise you David my cleaner wasn't like this. I really can't tell what just came over him to leave the place unkept. I'm sorry." She spoke apologetically.

Vivian's expression changed. Her smirk disappeared at the manager's response. She didn't expect to hear this from her.

Still the same man in a gray suit flared up, interjecting. “Don’t tell me you're only going to apologize on that bastard's behalf. What about his sack letter?”

“I’ll handle that, please.”

The manager turned, facing all her employees. "Get this place tidy up, you all.” She commanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“But ma, this is David's work to do." Vivian tried to argue.

The manager shot her an angry look. “Are you arguing with me? I said get the whole place cleaned up. Now!”

Vivian shivered, nodding their heads, gritting her teeth with anger. The other staff felt ashamed and embarrassed, their hands balling into tight fists as she hurried away, her chest burning with resentment.

“And you." The manager quickly stopped the staff guy as he was about to hurry away. “When David comes back, tell him to meet me in my office."