Rebirth Of Vengeance.

Meeting Again After Five Years.

Leon stood in spot, not to far away from where Celine was currently throwing her invalid tantrums, calling out waiters and basically demanding to see their boss, which unknowingly to her was him, the exact same man whom she had betrayed and abandoned five years ago.

 

Just how funny was the universe's constitution, Leon thought, the look in his eyes darkening with each second that he watched on. Now, what was he to do?

 

Obviously two options were set before him. He could step into the lime light and shut Celine up, relishing momentarily in the shocked expression that would taint her face the moment she recognized him, or, he could carefully handle this situation without revealing himself and wait till the grand ball which was less than a month away, ensued, then relishing in the feeling of watching both she and his traitor of a brother as they realized that not only was he back, but he was now the wealthiest man in all of New Orleans.

 

Ah, what tempting offers, both equally wetting his desires for revenge.

 

"Mr. Heroux," The sound of Frank's voice from behind him cut through Leon's storm of thoughts. "Shall I take care of this?" The manager asked, ever the ready man to take care of disgusting customers such as the one in front of them who called herself a prestigious actress.

 

Leon turned his head slightly to regard Frank, a single brow raised before he nodded once and watched with cold eyes as the manager stepped forward, head bowed down in respect, though there was still a menacing gleam in his eye.

 

As he approached Celine, her tantrum seemed to die down for the briefest second before she demanded, "Are you the owner of this place?"

 

"Hello, Mrs." Frank greeted, "My name is Frank Wilson and I'm the managing director of Cena Esotica, what might I be able to help you with this evening?"

 

"I need to speak with the owner immediately!" She exclaimed, "I am being mistreated and I have been most offended!"

 

"I'm terribly sorry Mrs., but the owner is quite busy, he does not have the time to spare to handle such petty matters,"

 

Huh? Petty?! Celine thought. How dare this low life call something regarding her petty?!

 

Did he not know who she was for him to have the audacity to act the way he currently was?!

 

While the female actress was brimming with anger, Leon snickered from where he stood, finding how Celine's face contorted from anger to embarrassment and then back to anger, a rather blissful sight. In that moment, he wonder what other expressions he could see in her face rather than those fake ones she had shown him.

 

"So ma'am, if you'll please, explain the situation to me." Frank concluded, retaining his dignified expression even though Celine's glassy eyes were practically burning holes into his face.

 

"Hah? Explain to you?" Celine questioned and clicked her tongue on the top of her mouth. "Isn't anything done right in this place? Your damn employee mixed chemicals that are harmful to my skin into my meal, does he intend to ruin my career? Would your damn restaurant be able to handle the compensation fee!"

 

The on looking customers whispered and exchanged looks at this, some even going as far as to stop eating their meals and pushing it slightly away, doubt and uncertainty now evident in their eyes.

 

This time around, it was Leon's turn to click his tongue to the top of his mouth. He pulled out his phone and texted Frank, telling him to Wrap up the gimmick as soon as possible and ban Celine from ever coming to his restaurant.

 

As much as he was starting to enjoy seeing those expressions so embarrassment and anger, he didn't want to lose customer.

 

Frank who had successfully received and read through the text, no longer wanted to entertain her childish demands. "Excuse me Mrs., I must inform you that our employees are trained in proper food preparation. I would not tolerate any sort of harassment towards them. Seeing this, it is clear to me that you have over stayed your welcome, please," he gestured towards the exit of the restaurant. "Evacuate the premises willingly while I'm requesting politely."

 

Celine was flabbergasted by the response. She was the city's top model and actress, yet these people dared treat her like this in their small restaurant. Her nostrils flamed red with anger and she glared at Frank who stared back at her blankly.

 

"Ah," He chipped in, as if suddenly remembering something important. "And as of this moment, Mrs. Celine Barrette, you are no longer allowed into Cena Esotica. Your name shall be added to the blacklist of every branch so do not bother ever coming back."

 

Franks announcement left half of the customers whispering in astonishment as she was indeed part of the important figures in New Orleans. The other half however, some being anti fans of her 'fake acting' as they called it, snickered at her, whispering words of mockery underneath their breaths as they rolled their eyes and went back to their meals.

 

Celine felt her face flush red as she felt all the eyes in her, her blood and sweat built reputation dwindling second by second. "You will live to regret this." She stated threateningly but not before she gave one last huff and stomped out of the restaurant, the click-clack of her heels echoing with each step that she took.

 

Once her figure disappeared from the sight of all, Frank apologized to the customer who had their meals interrupted before rushing back to Leon.

 

"You did good." The boss himself commended, hands stuffed into his pocket as his gaze remained on where Celine had stood, throwing her tantrum.

 

Oh Celine, he thought, this is just the beginning of your down fall, just you wait!

 

** ** ** **

 

Celine was fuming from the humiliation she had endured. She stormed into the mansion she and her husband lived in, blatantly ignoring all the servants who greeted her as she stormed into Mark's study room.

 

"I'm home." She announced, voice seething with anger as she collapsed into the nearest chair and begrudgingly folded her arms across her chest.

 

Mark looked up from the book he was reading and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You're early." He noted, "How was your reservation at the restaurant?" He asked.

 

Celine's anger started to resurface. "Don't even mention that place." She uttered, anger coloring her words as she turned to face him.

 

Mark raised a single brow in confusion. Hadn't she been the one who desperately wanted to go to the restaurant that had just recently opened up, yes? So what brought about the sudden change in her attitude?

 

"Your mood seems to have soured." Mark commented.

 

"Sour?" Celine laughed bitterly, "They kicked me out of their damn restaurant." She nearly grimaced when recalling the embarrassment she endured.

 

"Kicked you out?" Mark echoed in disbelief, peeling off his reading glasses for extra effect. "How dare they?!"

 

"Exactly! That's exactly what I said!" Celine exclaimed, as she stood up from her seat and started to pace around the room, her heels making clicking sounds with each step. "You know who the owner of that restaurant is right?"

 

"Should I care?" Mark questioned, looking back down to the book he was reading.

 

Celine glared at him. "It's Leon Heroux," She uttered.

 

Mark sent her a questioning gaze. Although he had heard about the man and much of his merciless and powerful tale, he never really bothered much with getting involved with him and truthfully speaking, he'd like to keep it that way.

 

However, Celine thought the opposite of his notions. Nicking at the tip of her manicured nails, she stated, "He kicked me out of his restaurant, put my on the blacklist and stained my reputation by embarrassing me, he has to pay."

 

Mark looked at her as if she was insane, "How exactly do you plan on making someone who you've never seen, pay?" He questioned, "The most prestigious man in New Orleans that little to few have seen his face, how do you plan on making him pay?"

 

Celine thought about the question for a few seconds before the light above her head snapped on. "The grand ball," She uttered airily. "He's going to be attending this years Grand ball. We can seize our chance then, return the cards he had dealt me today and even make him apologize."

 

Mark was hesitant in her reasoning but did not dare go against his wife. Instead he remained silent, watching her nick in her nails and relish in whatever feelings she believed was to come on that day, a singular thought crossing his mind.

 

Well, if that's the case, I might as well use this opportunity to rise my status and rank, right?