Justin took a sip of his coffee and smiled his thanks to the cook who returned it with a nod and went back to the kitchen. He hadn't exactly gotten close to his staff but at least now he knew their names and a little about their families. He was having fun living the life he currently was living. He opened his phone and propped it on its holder, tuning it to his recent favorite show, the Romanos family. It was amazing the level of privacy one could intrude in just because they had money.Benson entered the dining room, dangling a key. “I have to go and meet one of our directors. I'll come and meet you later at work.”“Sure.” Justin waved and smiled when he had closed the door. Since he started his quest for revenge, Benson had assumed the role of nursemaid and bodyguard whenever he was in the restaurant, which had reopened after the disaster.He turned his attention back to his phone. He was getting feedback from the Romanos in real time. Cameras had been planted in their houses and
Tyler cursed as he read the message again. He checked the sender and sure enough it was from an unreachable number."Stop panicking. It's most likely a spam message. What can they know about us?" He yelled to his father who was pacing and muttering."Then why was it sent to both of us? This doesn't feel like a spam message to me. This is why I was against the last move."Tyler rolled his eyes and slammed his fists on the table. "So what now, are you blaming me? Why should we take this seriously?"Why was the universe intentional of pissing him off today. Why should he even take the text seriously? He saw his father typing a reply and he snatched his phone from him. "What are you doing?" He asked with clenched teeth."Let me ask him who he is. I won't let him take everything I've ever worked for.""What part of not encouraging the person don't you understand? It is a spam message that most likely was also sent to a few thousand other people." He ended with a yell and his father grabbe
Justin slammed the door in anger, noticing through the corner of his eyes the fact that his staffs subtly tried to disappear. He didn't even mind that, he was sure he had terrified his employees at work with the dark scowl on his face coupled with his communication prowess. He honestly wasn't happy with his behavior but the anger he had been feeling since he had seen his destroyed restaurant was still bubbling close to the surface.Benson didn't value his life obviously since he was the only one that stuck to him. Justin stomped up the stairs to his room and slammed the door, not surprised to hear the firm knock barely ten seconds after. He knew Benson had been following him but he really wasn't in the mood to talk to him, or anyone for that matter. Which was why he hadn't told anyone about it yet. He and Benson had become friends in the past few weeks and he already knew how Benson would react. He ignored the knock and the door was jerked open after the third knock by Benson, his fa
Justin sighed and repeated the same statement the third time. What had Benson been doing, hiring idiots? "Alright Sir. I'll use this and let you know the outcome." Justin gripped his phone hard, resisting the urge to throw his phone as an alternative to punching the man's face. He had officially launched his restaurant three weeks before, and just like he had known, it was doing well both in terms of sales and popularity. He had chosen his staff himself and had trained them on what was expected of them if they wanted to remain in his employ, but apparently, it hadn't been needed. Rumors had already spread about the way and reason the former staffs had been fired. Despite that, he had visited his dad's company the week before and had been alarmed at the state of the company. It was a wonder they still had shareholders. Since he had long being interested in tech and knew more about it than the idiot that had been appointed acting director, he had spoken with the board members in
Martha rushed into the room at the sound of glass shattering. “What the heck, Tyler?” The glass had shattered the television screen, causing glass to spread across the room, and a piece had embedded itself into Tyler's fingers. “Are you okay?” She rushed towards him. Tyler shrugged her off, mad with anger. “Do you know what I just watched?” His mother shook her head, and Tyler stood up, shaking with anger. “I just saw Justin on TV. Apparently, he has his own restaurant now and thinks he's a big deal.” Remembering the punk’s smile during the interview was making him more furious. Martha frowned. “What do you mean? Which Justin?” Tyler glared at his mother. “Which other one do you know?” Martha shook her head. “You must have seen wrong. It cannot be that pathetic dog.” “I saw him. He was just on the news. Apparently he's taking over a restaurant and renovating it now, and from the responses of people that were interviewed, they are really looking forward to it's reopening.
Justin hurried down the stairs, but as they saw him coming down, they all ran away. He cursed and started chasing them, but they were faster and quickly drove off in a van that didn't have a plate number. Justin stopped running and stared at the trail of smoke the car had gone, panting when Benson came to meet him with water. He collected the water Benson had brought for him and downed it. “Did you see those men?” Justin asked Benson, who had also finished drinking his bottle of water. Benson shook his head, “I tried taking some pictures, but they are all well covered. I'm sorry I wasn't there when they went into the restaurant. I was on a phone call with the company’s director.” Justin waved away the apology. “Don't be. Like I said, I'm not a child. Let's get back to the restaurant.” Justin walked back to the restaurant, wondering who they could have been. The annoying part was, there were a lot of suspects in his mind. He would have to watch, and eventually they would get c
Justin went up the stairs and entered Mr. Stanford's office without knocking. He was in the middle of kissing a young woman who was dressed in the same uniform as his staffs. He stood there and waited to be noticed.The woman noticed him first and pushed away from Mr. Stanford, who looked dazed. She ran out of the office, her face flaming. Justin turned to Mr. Stanford, who still didn't seem to have gotten his wits back, since he kept on looking at him confused. Justin smiled when Mr. Stanford finally recognized him and let out a gasp.“I see you still remember me. And you're still in the stage of liking them a bit young.” He indicated the door where the young woman had run through.Justin could see the wheels turning in his head and decided to wait for him.Justin sat down and made himself comfortable before Mr. Stanford could finally voice out his confusion. “What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing Justin.“You mean, why do you look like this, right? As for your question, I'm he
Benson stopped the car and turned to Justin, whose was staring open-mouthed. He couldn’t help it. The house they had pulled into looked nothing like he had imagined. The Bensons were also wealthy, and their house had surprised him the first time he had seen it, but his parent's house was several levels higher.He had finally decided to refer to them as his parents after the Andersons had called and expressed their happiness over him finally reuniting with his parents.The house was huge, that was the only adjective available to describe it. It was both wide and, from the looks of things, it looked to be about five storeys. He turned to Benson, who was watching him with a smile.“Was this place really theirs?”“Yes. And now it is yours. Don’t worry. Mr. Justin, I was also shocked when I first saw it, even though I had been serving your parents for two years then.”“Please call me Justin. How many floors are in the house?”“There are five floors. Let’s go inside so I can give you a tour
Benson sighed. “At fist. I decided to watch you, so I would know if you were living a good life and if you will be interested in what I had to say.”Justin nodded, he could remember bit by bit the circumstance that had landed him in the hospital.“I was in front of the gate that day and I immediately brought you to the hospital.”Nora frowned at Justin,” Why did you continue like that? Don’t you have pride?”Justin narrowed his eyes, annoyed, “I guess I lost it. But you’re one to talk. Don’t tell me they treat their staffs kindly.” Nora worked in the Benson’s company, where they produced industrial machines. It had been coincidental that they had ended up together since she had started working before he had met Eugene, but he hadn’t mentioned anything about her to them.“Stop arguing on who did better, both of you. We need to let Justin make his decision on what he is going to do. Forget the Romanos, what do you want to do now?” Nelson berated.Before Justin could talk, Benson interru
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