The Midnight Heir

WHATEVER I WANT, I GET

The Overseer chuckled at Anthony's response

["Don't worry your head about what my identity is yet, in due time I will find you. Just wait until then and don't think that you can escape me"] The Overseer spoke in a malicious tone

"You're going to find me are y—" Anthony was cut off

["Give back the phone to the busboy"] the Overseer instructed and Anthony feeling rebellious hesitated in doing so.

The Overseer also refused to say anything more until he had made sure that Anthony had obeyed his instructions so he had no other choice but to comply.

Both the Overseer and the man in black had a very short-lived one-sided conversation before the call was cut and he returned the phone to his pocket.

"What did he say?" Anthony asked the man in front of him but was met with silence before…

"Goodbye, sir! You know where to reach us if you have another order" The man in black bowed his head a little then left, walking in a hurry and heading back down.

*DING*

Down at the lobby, the cleaners were halfway done cleaning the entire lobby when their leader came out of the elevator, causing all of them to pause what they were doing and stare at him.

"That's it, everyone, pack it up! We have counter instructions from the Overseer to stop the clean-up until he says we can continue, but until then, that's it for today!" he said, and they all obeyed.

They returned the cleaning supplies to the broom closet, exited the premises, got into their vans, and drove off, heading back to their base 

"That was super fast, what'd you think happened in there?" Asked one of the members of the gang Anthony had had an altercation with earlier.

"I don't know!" said their leader, smacking his tongue in contempt and glaring at Anthony's room menacingly, pondering what Anthony could be up to.

Anthony looked utterly confused while standing by his room door. His thoughts were still stuck on the phone call and how the Overseer didn't sound like he remembered.

"That was no Gam. Since it wasn't, then what happened to Gam?" He questioned himself, head lowered, hair covering half his face and dripping water all over the floor.

No matter how hard or long he thought about it, all his questions went unanswered all night.

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First thing in the afternoon of the next day, inside the Grand Blue Restaurant manager's office, Anthony was having a job interview.

The manager was a woman almost twice his size. She was eating a half-eaten grilled beef stake in a pool of beef sauce and sauce stains all over her mouth.

The woman was dressed in a sleeveless pink gown which although in the size XL, still wasn't enough to contain all the flabby extra skin on her stomach, neck, arms, and back.

On top of that dress was a leopard print fur coat.

She had a double chin and a wart beside her lip which drew Anthony's attention every time she chewed, not having the decency to close her mouth when she chews.

Small pieces of the chewed stake and sauce would fall from her mouth, down to the napkin she had squeezing around her neck.

"Mr. Favorite Arthur, everything you filled on your forms looks suitable for the job. We've even done a little background check using the document and the ID card you provided us with and everything came out fine, but…" she said in a coarse voice, staring into the picture on the ID "I don't know what message it'll send our guests hiring someone for the waiter-ing job who dyes their hair Silver"

Since he sat down for this interview, she had barely broken eye contact with him. Anyone else would have been intimidated by her but he was more than managing to maintain his composure.

"You're mistaken madam, I didn't dye my hair, this is the color it's been ever since I can remember" Anthony replied.

"Hmm, Mr. Favorite, I would have suggested you dye it to a more acceptable color, something that wouldn't make our customers fill uncomfortable when they see it but I'll have to admit that the exotic nature of your hair is something I find, attractive," she said, licking her lips suggestively while staring into his eyes.

She was giving the atmosphere a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Thank you, madam?" Anthony said awkwardly.

"Mr. Favorite!" Suddenly the woman got up from her chair and the desk pushed closer to Anthony on the other side, causing him to lean back into his chair so that he doesn't get hit. 

She walked to the other side of the desk, going counterclockwise and passing behind him where she slid a finger with an overgrown nail across his shoulders in a suggestive manner.

She sat on the desk, uncomfortably close to his right side

"What are you doing ma—?" he was cut short 

"You can call me Marilyn" she smiled, making him even more uncomfortable so he pushed his seat back to get some space.

"I don't think this is appropriate behavior Mada—"

"I said call me Marilyn!" she became visibly aggressive but seconds later smiled "And of course it is. I just wanted to tell you congratulations on getting the job and also tell you that we'll be seeing a lot of each other, seeing how I'm going to be your boss so it'll be wise not to get on my bad side, don't you think?" She grinned, leaning her face closer to his.

After hearing what she had to say, he glared right into her eyes, furious because he knew exactly what she was trying to do and he wasn't going to have it "Sorry to burst your bubble Mad—" he was cut off again

"I said call me Marilyn!" She yelled, slamming her fist on the desk with so much force that if it hadn't been this quality of desk then it would have cracked under the weight of her seating on the top and hitting it "Don't make me correct you again!"

"Okay Marilyn, like I was saying, I don't mean to burst your bubble but I'm a married man and as such I'll have to decline your acceptance and go find someplace else, thank you," he said then stood up.

Because the only thing he came there with was the ID card with his picture and the name FAVORITE ARTHUR, age 22, and other basic information currently on the desk, he picked it up.

Just inches away from touching the ID Marilyn who had been huffing and breathing heavily finally broke her silence 

"You must take me for a fool boy. When I WANT something I always find a way to GET it!" she said