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 an emergency board meeting and they had started changing things up and the company's stock had increased between that time. He dropped his phone and left his office. He needed to speak to Benson. Seeing the state of his dad's company had put in him the desired to take over the company now. Tyler looked at the faces of the five men he had hired to do the job and smiled joylessly. He was going to ruin Justin and have so much fun ruining him. "So what's the plan?" Martha asked. Tyler glared at her. "Did you listen to any of my informations? He runs a pretty big restaurant now. All we need to do is send our little friends to teach him a lesson or two about messing with the wrong people. ********************* Justin opened the restaurant and put on his flashlight, enjoying the ambience of the restaurant, like his everyday ritual, except today was a lot different from his normal. He switched on the light bulbs and looked around in shock. Either some people had fought for hours in his restaurant, or someone had intentionally taken a hammer and other heavy tools with an interest in destroying his restaurant. Since he wasn't dumb, he knew the answer He looked around, taking note of his broken tables and chairs. None of the furniture had been left intact, he thought grimly. He walked slowly, anticipating the damage he would find, and he couldn't say he was disappointed. Whoever had come in here obviously had their reasons because the breaks and destruction looked intentional—maybe a little too intentional. His bar top, which had been made with granite, had been broken. If he wasn't so stupefied, he would have laughed. That was how ridiculous the situation looked to him. He went through the bar to the kitchen, the store, the staff dressing rooms, his office, and even the restrooms, all the while stepping on broken utensils and furnitures. None of them had been left untouched. All his foodstuffs lay opened and were on the floor, there was nothing he could do about them. He sighed at the thought of the money he would need to restore the restaurant, as well as the one he would lose while it underwent renovation. He went outside, locked the door, and opened it through the secret passage he'd installed. He went to his security room, which, thankfully, they hadn't noticed, and put on his computer. His assailant or assailants were obviously stupid as well as foolish because they hadn't bothered to check if there were cameras before breaking in, not that they would have found them. He had hidden it well. He sat down and watched the video, pausing and rewinding several times to make sure he didn't miss anything. A chill went down his back as they started their attack, though. He had assumed it had been an intentional attack, but he had underestimated how intentional. Watching the five men break and destroy his restaurant with a tandem that showed they were following someone's orders was a bit chilly. He was going to find out who that person was and make sure they regretted ever touching. He had some leads, but they were just suggestions, and he wasn't in denial that he had lots of enemies who would gladly do that. He tensed and stood up, rewinding it a few times to make sure he was correct. He felt the wind knock on his door. That face. He was aware of that face and had come into contact with the fist that was currently throwing his own. Justin transferred the video file to his external storage and turned off the system. He had to confirm his suspicion, and the moment he did, he would regret his foolish choice. He pulled out his phone and dialed Nelson. One thing about having an ex military brother was the fact that he knew so many people in strategic posts who owed him favors. It was time to call in some favors. "Hey bro." Nelson's voice sounded over the phone. "Hey. I need a favor from you." "Anything." "Thanks. I have a picture I'm trying to confirm the name for. Can I get the Intel on the person in the next hour?" Justin sent the picture of the man whose mask had gone down to Nelson. Nelson sounded like he stood up from somewhere. "Sure. Is anything going on?" Justin shook his head and then realized his brother could not see him. "Not really, or better yet, not yet. I just need to confirm the name first." "Alright then. I'll get back to you as fast as possible." "Thanks bro." Justin left the security room and went into the restaurant taking note of the damage and seeing how bad the damage was while he waited for Nelson's answer. What he saw made his blood boil. He knew he had enough money not to worry about the restaurant and renovate it but it was infuriating. Since he hadn't grown up rich, he still had qualms about wasting money and seeing his newly renovated restaurant in a state where it was unrecognizable set his blood boiling. His phone dinged with a message from his brother and he gritted his teeth. He had seen a face when his mask had loosened due to the force of his hits and his brother had just confirmed who it was. He could remember the face clearly, that same face had beaten him lots of time before until he had become unconscious. He looked at the clearer picture Nelson had sent of one of the Romano's security guard. He rushed back to the security room and looked closely at the other men and noticed what he had failed to the first time. All the men looked of the same size and really looked familiar even with their masks. It should have been easy for Justin to have noticed the first time since he was more knowledgeable of their body and power in their fists than their faces. He closed his laptop slowly, thoughts flying through his head. He was going to deal with the henchmen first before he dealt with the one that had send them. And by the time he started with Tyler, he and his family would regret ever crossing paths with him. He was going to start with what they cherished most, their reputation.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
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 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
Justin straightened the crisp on the banner he was sure wasn’t needed, but he needed to please his mother-in-law to ensure his peace of mind. He had been on his feet since four o clock that morning making sure the venue for his wife, Rosetta's movie premiere, was perfect. He wasn't in charge and didn't have any say involving any decision, he was merely a hired help his in- laws could order to do their whims."Does that look straight to you?" Martha, his mother-in-law, berated. She pointed at the worker that was hired for the purpose. "Come down. You go up there and straighten it. If anything goes wrong, I'm going to have your head."Justin Romano lowered his head in shame, refusing to meet the eyes of the worker, who was looking at him curiously as he came down the ladder. Justin climbed up the ladder and redid the banner, making sure it was as straight and crisp as possible. He looked to his mother-in-law for her opinion, but she merely gave him a scathing look."Are you going to sta
After forty-five minutes of intense sweeping, Justin wiped the sweat pouring down his face and looked at the hall in satisfaction at what he had been able to achieve. All the banners were up, the decorations were eye catching and the floor was sparkling. He was finally done. None of his in laws were around, and he guessed they had gone to change into their outfits to begin welcoming their guests.Justin went to the bathroom in his room in the apartment that had been hired close to the hall and washed his face. He was tempted to go and get dressed himself since he was walking the red carpet with his wife, but he knew he could be called out of the blue to take care of something that might cause a stain which would really tempt his in-laws to kill him, he was sure.He went to the kitchen to check on the progress of the cooks and nodded with pleasure when he noticed they were almost done. His wife came in and he smiled at her. It was the first time he was seeing her since they had arrived
Justin groaned as he struggled to open his eyes. For some reason, his head hurt and he could not open his eyelids. He threw his head back on the bed when his intense pounding in his head got harder. What happened? The only time he had felt like this was when he’d had a terrible hangover when he had drank on his twenty-first birthday, but he was sure he hadn't drunk. Or had he? He couldn’t remember what had happened the previous day.A warm body beside him reoriented him a little. Even with how horrible he was feeling, he knew he couldn’t have been beside his wife. He peeled open his eyes and gasped as he met the eyes of a strange woman… who obviously looked like she had also just woken up.He jumped out the bed, taking the covers with him, when he realized he was stark naked. He realized his mistake when his eyes met the woman’s naked body. What the heck had happened the night before? He took his boxers and ran into his bathroom, pulled it on and splashed water on his face willing him
Justin stared at the ornate door the Romano’s were so proud about and ignored the security men that were watching him suspiciously and rang the bell. Amazing how people could change, it wasn’t long ago he was considered a part of the house. He had arrived earlier that day and had to plead with the security to be allowed to go and pack his things before he had been allowed. His access cards were no longer working, dang, his ex in laws were fast.Justin, having been thrown out of the rented apartment the day before after signing the divorce papers, had slept at his older brother's place, but he had come back to the Romano Villa to pick his things. He knew he wasn't going to be met with friendliness, but he was determined to take all he would be able to. He had important documents in his room, his in laws would destroy if they found.He rang the doorbell again and sighed, knowing he was intentionally being ignored. Well, he wasn't a part of them any longer, so he would not allow himself
Justin looked at the message again. “You have been credited with 800 billion dollars to your PayPal from Benson Murphy” and truly, his account that was formerly on zero had 800 billion in it. He wasn't sure what he was more shocked at, the amount or the name of the creditor. Even children knew who Benson Murphy was, he was the butler of the most influential and wealthy family in all of America, the Sandlers. There were even rumors that the Sandlers worth in terms of properties could no longer be measured because of how plenty they were.He remembered where he was and how many minutes he had been given and hurried to his room, going straight to his wardrobe. He removed the file that had all his important documents and looked around the room. That was the only thing that was his in the room, even though he had lived there for the past three years.He remembered the first time he had been taken to that room. It was the very day Eugene had died. He had formerly being in a guest room an