Fame Building System

Chapter 4

Thoughts ran through his mind. He knew the possibilities that were going to befall him if he finally decided to perform the task.

But the possibilities of not performing the task were totally out of his abilities.

"I think that I should do this." He said it under his breath with a frustrated sigh.

[Ding: 55 minutes left for the task to be accomplished]

"And I have to do it pretty fast." He reminded himself once again.

With a dangerous dash, he walked away from the sidewalk towards the restaurant that was just overhead. one of the best that was available in the city.

His eyes could already relate to the dignities that were floating all around in the place in their perfect clothes that glittered right in the sun, but he knew for sure that he wasn't there for them.

He made his way to the reception, and when he finally got there, he noticed that he had spent thirty minutes of his total time already.

"I will have to get this over with as soon as possible." He whispered, already running out of breath.

He could see the group of people talking to the receptionist, and he walked gradually towards them, standing in the queue, until he finally got his turn.

[Ding]

"What's it doing here again?" Christopher yelled in his head without voicing the words out.

[Hints: The host has to be reminded that for each task, he is going to face obstacles and must not be distracted, but rather use his intelligence to accomplish his goal within stipulated times.]

"What's that supposed to mean, and what kind of obstacles am I supposed to face in this kind of place?" He gasped suddenly.

"What may I get you?" There was a smile hanging on the face of the receptionist as she worked on the card on the screen without looking upwards towards him.

But immediately she raised her head to face the person that was before him; her face formed into a shifted frown as the recognition hit her like a hard brick.

It was Silver's best friend Clara who had always been advising her best friend to do away with the thrash bag.

"And what the heck are you doing here?" She frowned as the grip on her muscles tightened even more.

"Are you here to tell me to help you beg, Silver?" Scoff.

"How pathetic of you, because I will never do that. I'm glad that she took the right step." She hissed loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear her.

"I am not here for Silver or anyone else." Christopher was able to keep his cool amid her ranting.

"Is that so?"

"Now I get it. Ever since Silver tossed her little puppy away, he hasn't been able to feed, and he is here to beg for food."

Scoff.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint those poor broke asses of yours, but we don't have leftovers. But I can always recommend somewhere where you can get weeks-old leftovers. The dumb yard Thank me later." She sneered at him.

"And I never told you that I was here to beg for food either." He was gradually beginning to lose his cool.

"Oh. Money is the problem, then. I'm sorry, but I am not as generous as my friend, splashing her money all around, and apart from that... This is not a charity store where we feed poverty-stricken  people."A long hiss escaped from her mouth.

"Are you for real right now?" He could not help but clutch his hands, trying to control his rising anger.

"If I may ask you, What's this place called?" He inquired, staring right into her eyes without drafting even for a single moment.

"It's called a restaurant... And what are you trying to insulate from this?" Her eyebrows furrowed while she continued to stare at him with cold eyes.

"And if I am not mistaken, People come here to get a meal. What makes you think that I am here to beg?" He shot a stare at her while he waited for a response.

"Because it is way too obvious that you will never be able to afford one here," Clara replied without even a single flinch in her eyebrows.

"Well, I am sorry to disappoint you, but that is what I came here to do." He replied, trying not to get his anger on edge.

But immediately after he said the words, the laughter burst out of her mouth so hard that a drip of tears escaped from her eyes.

"I thought that being stricken with poverty was the only problem that you had. I never knew that you also had some mental disabilities." She laughed, even clutching her aching stomach.

"Or maybe you stepped into the wrong place. Or you think this is one of the roadside dumps where you get the thrash that you call your daily bread?" She mocked.

His eyes cut across his cell phone, and he could tell already that he was running swiftly out of time as he had just twenty minutes to perform his task.

He realized that the lady that was standing right before him was part of the task, an obstacle that he had to overcome as soon as possible.

And instead of arguing with her, he had to find a way to overcome the obstacle before him before he ran out of time.

A small crowd had already gathered, watching the swift turn of events and waiting to see what was eventually going to happen in the end.

"I wonder if this is really how the restaurant treats customers." He shook his head, making murmurs go down the hall.

"Mentally ill people aren't listed as customers here." She replied swiftly with a dark smile hanging on her face.

"I want to see the manager of this place since their rude receptionist will not allow me to get a meal for myself." Christopher's hands snapped on the table that was right before.

"And who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do and what not to do?" She glared.

"Just take a really good look at yourself. Do you think that you are licking off the dust from the shoes of the manager of this place?" She frowned.

"Then I will have to get him myself." He replied, trying to make his way out of the place, but she stopped him from making any further moves.

"You know what? I just had enough of you already. There are a lot of people in the waiting line, so you will have to get out of this place right away."

He stared at his wristwatch, only to notice that he had just ten minutes left to do what he had to do.

His heart was already racing fast as he gritted his teeth with so much rising anger.

"That's not until you get me to see the manager, and I meant right away." The anger written all over his face was vivid.

"And what are you going to do to me? Beat me up with those malnourished hands of yours." A slight chuckle escaped from her.

"I'm not moving even a single itch away from this place." He responded, making the grip on her face tighten even more.

"Then I will have to get you out of this place myself." She responded.

She reached out to the telephone that was at the end of the table, intending to reach out to the chief security officer to come shove him out of the office.

"What's going on here?" She heard a familiar voice that made her put a halt to what she wanted to do.

"What's going on here? And why isn't there any progress in this section?" Mr. Andrews, the manager, is from the other end, towards the reception.

He wore a classic suit and had a walk of grace in every single step that he took.

"Is there a problem? I thought that I also heard someone yelling that they wanted to see the manager. Why didn't anyone come for me?" He shot multiple questions at the receptionist.

Without a second thought, she rose slowly from her seat, intending to explain.

"It's nothing important, sir... Just some nobody trying to cause trouble here, so I thought that it would be inappropriate to disturb your work, sir." Her face was blazing with the most beautiful smile that shielded her evil inner self.

"It's nothing? Then why is there a lot of noise and commotion coming from this axis?" He inquired further...

"It's just one of these beggars that always comes to get one of these free meals." Clara said to the manager, making his eyebrow twitch.

"But not to worry, sir. I will get him shoved out of the place within a blink." She responded.

"A beggar." Christopher could no longer control his rising anger, dragging the attention of the man closer to himself.

"And who are you?"

"He is the beggar that I was talking about."

"I can see that you are a brilliant person, sir, but I don't understand why people don't get screened before they are employed to check for maniacs like..." Christopher added with a frown.

"What does that mean?" The manager inquired.

"I came here to get a meal, and then she tagged me a beggar even without asking for a payment first. Is that really how you guys treat your customers around  here?"He frowned.

Mr. Andrew's eyes furrowed as he turned slowly towards Clara, demanding an explanation.

"Is that true?" He inquired, staring right into her eyes.

"Just take a good look at him, sir. There is certainly no way that he can afford a meal here, and he is only trying to make a scene to get some sort of sympathy." He added.

He stared at its wristwatch once again, only to notice that he had just a few minutes left.

"And what if I can afford one?" He frowned.

"Even though it's the smallest meal, I am going to lick the dust off your feet." She added as she continued to stare at him.

"But we can't make the deal one-sided, right? What if you are not able to afford one?" She returned the question to him.

"I will be your slave for a year."

"Then you have a deal. Get the card terminals." The manager quickly added, waiting to see what all of that was going to lead to.

"I just got a slave for me," Clara said under her breath.