The Dangerous Wealthy Punk

Chapter Five

"Sorry guys. I had to get the booking list."  A lady in a business suit stormed in a few minutes later, whipping the sweat off her face with her handkerchief.

Her eyes sped off towards George almost immediately and sped off towards the well-dressed couples, random thoughts ran through her head almost immediately but she could hardly make anything out of it since she didn't want to make a mistake.

Meanwhile, Michael could already read the thoughts in her head and she gave her the response that she was looking for even before she asked.

"He is certainly not with us. Just some sort of beggar that we picked up from random begging." He added.

Her eyes sped off towards George's fall while skimming from his head to his toes.

"We are expecting some dignities here today and I will advise you to leave immediately before you give this store a bad reputation."

"I can always refer you to somewhere they give free meals." She returned our hands to the computer that she had been working on.

"Oh. That's going to be so generous of you ma'am. At least he is not going to die of starvation." A hint of dark laughter escaped from the lips of Sophia.

"It's not a big deal."

"Sorry. But I am not here to beg for food. I'm here already to book a table." George was quick to state the reason that he was there.

Immediately he spat out the words from his mouth, the duo of Sophia and Michael burst out into laughter while the clerk was amazed by his audacity.

Her face twisted into a sudden frown staring right into his eyes as though she would have ripped him apart if he was allowed to do so.

"When you guys are done, you will take me through procedures and we will be done wasting all our time here."

While they continued to speak, a small crowd of curious people had already gathered around to take a record of the epic moment, putting outside the main reason that they were in the place in the first place.

"Oh. Guess he is ashamed. But just take a good look at yourself, your status is already a reproach to you. What other shame can anyone cause you?" Michael shook his head in fake pity.

"See Mr. Do you think that this is a place that you come and throw a few pennies into the counter to get a meal?" Her tongue made the clicking sound trying to control her anger.

"That's if he has a few Pennies." Sophia was fast the chimp in, enjoying every single moment of what was going on there.

"Guess we are not only getting meals but free entertainment." She muttered to herself but Loud enough for Michael to hear what she was saying.

"You need a membership card and even though everything on you right now is sold plus you, it won't be enough to get the membership card." Her eyes were red-shot with so much anger.

"Owww." The sound went off from the people that were in the hall but he didn't mind even for a moment.

"Get me the membership card." He spoke softly as though all the insults were not even directed towards him.

The expression on the face of the clerk was priceless as kept staring at him baffled.

For the first time since she stepped into the place, Sophia was washed with so much confusion.

Expecting him to leave right on the spot. Random thoughts span through her head almost immediately and a thought hits her like a brick of rock-hard blocks.

"Wait, what are you trying to do now, gain your way into this place so that you will be able to do what, steal from them?" Sophia frowned.

"See Mr. This is no longer a joke. Leave this place right away or I will have to go and get security right away." He ventured almost immediately with a frown still hanging on his face.

"Why don't you get the machine and let me pay for it?"

"What are you trying to do now? We all know that you will not be able to afford it right? I'm just way too sure that you can't even afford one hundred dollars?" He noted.

"And what if I can afford it? What are you going to do."

"I will kneel and call you daddy." He noted.

"But if you can't, you will become my servant for a year."

"That's fair enough." George sneered at him.

Cheerings came from the crowd only to fuel the already heated fire.

"I will get the machine one. And if you are not able to make a purchase."

"Then you can do whatever you want to do." He returned to her almost immediately.

Her feet swayed away from the place as she made her way towards the other end of the hall to get the payment machine for him.

Soon, she returned with the machine right stock in her hands.

Even though he wanted to just push him away from the hall, he knew too well that it would not be possible because of all the states that seemed to be blazing into her skin.

"You card." Her hands swept towards him, snapping impatiently with a trace of disgust.

George reached out to his breast pocket and brought out his platinum card, shoving it into her hands.

Her eyes surveyed the details of the card and a smile hovered on her face. But it had every single hint of mockery that he could not but notice.

"Aren't you the perfect gentleman of the highway, bringing the perfect card to deceive everyone here?

"But too bad for you, I am a bit as dumb as you think I am." She hissed, returning the disgust to her face while she replaced the card into the terminal.

"As long as it makes payment, I don't think you should be worried."

"You pin." The lady returned, reverting the angle of the machine so that he would be able to access it while she completely ignored his statement.

He used the fingerprint session instead and returned the pin to her.

It made a beeping sound and after a while, there was a long beep that signified that it was all an error.

"Seriously?" She thundered at him while everyone in the hall burst out into laughter, spilling gossip from ear to ear.

"Oh my goodness. Wasn't that epic? You should stop acting already and leave this place right away. Because from the look on her face, the heat would be enough to turn you into toast bread." Sophia laughed so hard that a strand of tears dripped down from her eyes.

But George was a little bit confused and was hardly listening to him.

He believed the statement that he had gotten from the bank. The only thought that clouded his head now was the thought that there was a glitch with the machine.

"There is a glitch with the machine. I think you should try to fix it and try again or better still, try another one." He noted calmly but the words only seemed to get the young lady even more angry than she was already.

"A glitch, I just heard enough..." She was about to say when she heard a voice from behind.

"What is going on here Trisha, do you realize that we have a VIP present inside and we are also expecting one? Are you hell-bent on ripping my reputation?" A stunning lady with the most delicate skin emerged from behind with a frown on her face.

"Just see what you have done punk." She muttered under her breath but it was loud enough for the three of them that was close enough to hear what he just said.

"I'm sorry sir. It's just a thief that was trying to cause a scene here and I am getting everything under control." He added.

"A thief?" George's face was filled with bewilderment.

Meanwhile, the manager was shocked by what he just heard.

Over the years, they have been nothing close to stealing there and because of what was happening, she had even doubled the security.

She could feel his heart pounding hard against his chest as a random thought took over the entity of her mind.

"What if the thief had tried to steal from Lord Hopkin? Or even a young master Judge." She shivered.

But she could not allow anyone there to notice her fear.

She braised up, swearing under his breath that he was going to make the thief pay dearly for picking today out of all days.

"And where is this thief now?" Rage filled her hands.

Trisha pointed towards George while he stood right on the point that he was standing without shaking even for a single bit.

"Double toast." Sophia's words flew into his ears.

The eyes of the manager stormed off towards him.

But immediately his eyes crossed paths with the managers, her anger soon melted into shock.

"Young Master?" She muttered out, stuck.

And soon from shock to fear. Trisha has done the unthinkable, and now his life and his position are also in danger.

"Young master George?" She muttered again but this time, it seemed as though he was breaking up from the inside.

Everyone in the hall was way too surprised.

"Young master?" Trisha muttered, overly confused.