Rise Of The Legendary Tycoon

10: ON THE HOUSE BILL

The server picked Andrew's teeth as he finished the third course. Pasta with pesto sauce. Something he had never eaten before but tasted good just by eating it.

The snacks were almost finished. Andrew couldn't eat anymore.

"Bring the Last Dish."

"There's a very good dessert waiting for you, it's a speciality from a foreign chef that we only have in our restaurant, " the attendant who was now half a friend of Andrew asked them to bring him "The Grand Finale.".

(But is that how you meet all the people who look like me?)

Andrew looked at the last of those waiters who carried a transparent crystal glass, and was better dressed than he was.

"Here monsieur, your Apple Crumble and Vanilla Ice cream steamed gently and drifted in the local wind.

"Please, can you have them bring out the best thing they have so I can smoke it?"

"Of course, here is your wish is my command," the attendant who was there with him to entertain him left where he was and after going down the stairs, disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a Christmas package.

"For you Sir. On the house bill."

Andrew was looking at the package, and after studying it he looked a little suspiciously at the clerk beside him.

"Oh, of course, Sir. I almost forgot. Here's a small cutter so you can open the package," That small cutter slipped into Andrew's hand, and after managing to open the package he felt a natural aroma of flowers and bushes. He was content with the gift.

"Sniff, sniff" that plump brown cigarette smelled fresh. As if it were something prepared just for him.

"Clack! Clack! FUHH!" That incinerator glowed in the dark that night. There weren't any stars because of the clouds, but a sky view like that didn't look bad either.

"Can I?" the attendant was pointing at the end of Andrew's cigarette.

"Certainly. Do the honours, dear," he brought the cigarette to his mouth and after the first drag, he expelled pink smoke. That was a kind of softener in the lung. It looked like they were doing multiple CPRs on him.

"F*ck Cus. I like this house gift. You have to work for me more often."

"Sir, just ask and I'll be there."

Andrew was finishing dessert and after noticing that his belly had gained a little volume.

"Vrrr, vrrrr" the phone vibrated.

"Hello, I hear you need some clothes?"

"Who told you that?"

"You, of course," That voice was male but it looked like a teenager's, it was more acute.

"But I don't remember doing that."

"Are we going to wear the clothes or not?" The teenager on the other end of the phone had grown tired of talking.

"Alright, Alright. Let's put on good clothes. I haven't worn new clothes in a while. It will be refreshing."

As he went down the elevator he heard a melody in it, was some classic music and Andrew was looking at the attendant who was very silent.

They stopped again on the first floor.

"Make a good way home Sir. We look forward to seeing you again. And don't forget to call me when you need me."

Andrew got off the elevator and walked back out onto the street. He was back in South Sterling in the middle of all those screens.

"Hello."

"Oh, hello," Andrew replied a little confused as he looked at the place he was standing.

"I thought you'd forgotten about me. I'm here to help you after all."

"Yes. So how can I get dressed?"

"Choose a place where you have clothes you like and we'll go shopping," the teenager was very willing to know what Andrew was going to choose to wear.

He walked through the streets on that side of town and just remembered that he saw a clothing store where clothes appeared in the window.

But that store was in Sterling Square. A place a little far from there and he was a little relaxed to walk. He'd rather sleep if that were the case.

(How am I supposed to get dressed if it's so far away? Maybe I'll go tomorrow morning, I still have time for that. But I didn't want to keep feeling dirty)

"You know, the store that has the clothes I want is a little far from here..." Andrew didn't even finish answering and was interrupted by that "Where is it?" the teenager behind the telephone line.

"It's in Sterling Square. It's about 50 mins from here."

A silence settled over the phone line.

A few seconds passed.

"Hello!"

The silence continued.

"Hello," Andrew repeated again.

It was sudden, but an automatic car equipped with many lights stops on the road ahead and the driver opens the car door and calls out to Andrew from a distance.

"ARE YOU MR. ANDREW?"

"Yes, Sir. It's me," Andrew approached the car and the driver signalled for him to get in.

He was a little hesitant because he knew it was dirty, and the inside of the car was very clean.

Andrew got into the car, sat down, and the seat accommodated the shape of his body. He started to shake slightly and Andrew heard "In 10 mins we are in Sterling Square, don't worry, Sir."

The car's engine made noise when changing power, but so that Andrew wouldn't be bothered by that, it started playing a melody that distracted him.

In less than 10 minutes they were in front of a designer store in Sterling Square.

(But how did they guess the right store? I didn't even say where it was. But that's all right, nothing wrong)

"You are really good at this."

"You are the owner of the world, we are simply following commands," the teenager spoke in a soft tone inside that orange telephone.

Andrew was walking towards the shop and the woman looking through the glass door had started to walk away as he approached.

"Yelena! Here comes a homeless."

"Don't play with me, my shift will be over soon and we'll close the shop," Yelena, was beautiful with almost purple eyes naturally long eyelashes, hair that reached her shoulders, and a very curved hip. She had strong feminine features.

Andrew was waiting for them to come to open the door for me. How strange. They saw him coming. They must probably be getting ready to receive him.

"Hello, sir," the teenager called Andrew on the phone "Sir. SIR!"

"Ah, I'm not deaf," Andrew spoke with the phone looking curiously into the store. He was trying to figure out how to open the door, and as he approached, "You haven't entered the store yet, why?"

"I'm trying to figure out how to open this door."

"If it's complicated to open, why haven't they come to help you yet?" The teenager on the phone was very serene as he asked the question.

"I don't know, I think they're scared of me. It's normal, people usually treat me like that."

"CLASH!" the shop door opened and Andrew went inside.