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 caught. He was sure of it. He entered the restaurant and sighed at the damage they had been able to do in the short time they were there. It was a wonder none of his customers had been hurt, but what was that stunt going to do for the reputation of the restaurant now? Benson surveyed the damage. “Was anyone hurt?” Justin shook his head. It had all happened so fast, but he hadn't seen anyone get hurt. “I don't think so. It happened in a blur, but I think they were more focused on my tables and chairs, not the people. Who could have sent them?” Benson glanced at him. “It looks like you have some enemies, if this was an intentional attack on you. But we're leaving out the fact that they had not expected a change in hand, and that's why they escaped so fast.” Justin nodded slowly, thinking about it. Since Mr. Stanford had been owing, it was possible it was an attack to scare him either into paying or giving up the restaurant. But he had paid the debt for the restaurant. “Benson,” Justin called him. “I don't think the second option is feasible. I've paid the debt for the restaurant, so why do you think they came?” Benson thought about it for a while. “That's true. I guess it will remain a mystery for now. If they had come for you, they will definitely come back, and we'll make sure they won't escape this time.” Justin nodded and sighed again at the state of the restaurant. He had really been looking forward to running it. “Since this is a high-profile place, is there a possibility of keeping this out of the press?” Benson nodded, It won't be difficult if they haven’t heard already. Benson couldn't have answered any later. Justin groaned as he heard the unmistakable siren of a news van. Benson moved to Justin's front. “I can stop them from approaching you and the restaurant.” Justin looked at him curiously. “And how would you do that?” Benson shrugged, “Buy their silence.” Justin was learning, a lot. He was almost glad the experience had happened, but he didn't like that idea. Why waste money when he could put their curiosity to good use? He laughed, “Don't waste money. I have a better idea.” Benson looked at him, unsure what his plan was. Justin turned to Benson. “When they come, we'll give them free rein into the restaurant, let them shoot whatever they want. I think we should also give this station the right to have it as their exclusive content.” Benson turned confusing eyes to him. 'That means you will be in the spotlight. They will have to interview you on what happened. What will you claim happened here? Will you be comfortable with people knowing you?” Justin smiled, “Benson, you do come up with the best solutions, did you know that? Your explanation is more feasible. They came to scare the former owner to leave since he had used the restaurant as collateral, and they only just realized it had been paid for when they got here. As for knowing me, that’s perfect. I will be displayed as the owner of this restaurant, but I want nothing about who my parents are. Benson nodded. “I can do that. And that way the restaurant will not suffer damage.” “Exactly.” Justin turned to Benson and winked at him. “Trust me on this.” and then turned a charming smile to the people that were already moving towards them. “Hello. How may I help you?” Justin asked with an easy smile. The person holding the microphone brought out a card and handed it to him. Justin collected it and saw he was an employee of 'Star Craft communication agency.' The man stretched his hand and shook Justin's hands. “I'm Maison. We heard that there was an attack in this restaurant a few minutes ago.” Justin turned to the remaining crew members. “My bad. I'm so sorry I kept you standing here. Let's go inside.” They entered the restaurant and began taking pictures of the damage. Justin smiled; his plan was working perfectly. “Can we have an interview with you? Are you a witness here?” Justin nodded and sat down on the chair Benson had provided. “Of course. I'm the owner of the restaurant. I would like this story to be exclusive to you only. I’m not willing to have another interview.” Maison nodded. “That's perfect. Can we have an interview now?” Justin nodded, and they positioned their mics and cameras and started shooting. “Can we get a detail of what happened here tonight, sir?” Justin nodded, his voice filled with confidence. “Most people are not aware, but the former owner had taken a loan using this place as collateral. The people that came here earlier came here not knowing the debt had been paid. Unfortunately, since their protest to get their money was not done gently, they scared some of our best customers off, and for that I apologize. We promise that such will never repeat itself again.” Maison nodded, and Justin could see the flicker of respect in his eyes. “So, what's the plan going forward?” Justin smiled fully. “Since I just took the restaurant today, there are still some decisions to be made, but for now, this restaurant is going to undergo a massive renovation. There will be renovations in the menu, the staff, and the entirety of this restaurant. I really hope you look forward to it.” “And cut.” The director shouted, and they stopped rolling. Maison packed his camera and shook Justin's hands. “That was amazing. You speak like you have so much experience in this field. Do you?” Justin laughed. “Not at all. I guess I'm just a natural at this.” Maison brought out another card and handed it to Justin, who looked at it in confusion. “I have your card already.” Maison smiled. “This is my personal card. If you need anything, you can just dial that number.” Justin nodded and shook his hands again. “Thank you so much.” Benson watched with Justin as they finished packing up their equipment and left. Justin checked the watch on his hands and saw that they were already past lunch hour. “Come on, let's go home. I'm starving.” Benson laughed. “I was so impressed today. You will make the perfect businessman, just like your father.” Justin smiled. He couldn't really explain how happy that statement made him feel. Tyler picked up the wine cup and threw it at the television. He had looked so different. So the rat thought he could do whatever he wanted just because he was out of his clutch? He was going to make him regret the day he was born, especially the day he had dared to lay his hands on him. The bastard.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 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
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