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FlavorQuest…It had been three weeks since Chase opened the restaurant but the progress had been slow. On most days, they had just one customer and so they had been experiencing a lot of loss which left them discouraged. Sitting behind the counter with his hands resting under his chin was Wembley who had his lips caged in between his teeth as he stared at the door, waiting for the second customer of the day and Chase, who had stepped out to return. “Can I speak to you?” Maurice said, pulling a chair out. “Sure, go ahead.” Wembley replied, trying to keep a brave face when on the inside, he was scared. Scared that Maurice wanted to leave the restaurant and find a more profitable job. “Why do boss keep paying us each weekend when we don't even make up to a quarter of the amount?” Maurice asked. This was the exact question Wembley had asked a few days ago, but he didn't get a satisfactory answer to it. Chase had told him that he had always wanted a job that paid on a weekly basis an
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Ignoring Chase, Zara kept pressing on. She felt if she had the chance, she would be able to change the restaurant for better and she would stop at nothing until her request was granted. “Can you just stop it already?” She yelled at Wembley who was scowling at her. “You're rude, we don't want you working here.” He snapped at her, wrapping his hands across his chest. “Really? I only pointed out your mistakes to you and as it should be, you're supposed to make corrections instead of making a fuss about it.” “Correction you mean? The last time I checked, no one asked you for that.” While they were arguing, Chase plopped on the chair, his gaze never leaving Zara even for once. Since she had proved herself without him asking, he felt that he needed her and at the same time he was skeptical about the whole thing because of her family. “They're going to try and ruin everything if they find out about this.” He said more to himself but everyone heard what he had said. “Boss, what did yo
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Stamping her feet against the floor, Zara looked around the restaurant, leaving the rest of the staff in suspense, even Chase was not let out in this. He never allowed his gaze to leave her even for once as he tried to guess correctly what she was up to. “Aren't you going to say anything?” Maurice scowled. “Of course, I was going to commend your new looks.” She winked at him, causing a smile to appear on his lips. Just when he was about to respond to her compliment, she waved her hand in his face, “Now you have to work on your clothes? It looks like what the slaves in history passed down to you.” “What?”“You heard me.” She affirmed with a smirk, rolling her eyes at him.“You're rude, that's not a nice way of speaking to someone.” Wembley muttered. “Why do you look scary? Are you a part of the Mafia in Italy? Your accent screams it.” At once Chase exchanged glances with Wembley who took a step backward, digging his hand into his hair. “I'm on the roof, please excuse me.” He mu
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During the one-week duration, while they were trying to put things in order, Zara kept raising awareness on her social media page. She was an Instagram influencer with over three million dedicated followers so the awareness went a long way to help. Chase and Wembley focused their energy on repainting the restaurant in bright colors and replacing the bulbs and different decorations with more appealing colors. A night before the reopening, Zara arrived at the restaurant but before she could walk in, her phone began to buzz and at once she pulled it out of her pocket. “What does she want?” She mumbled, glaring at the screen which displayed Raven. Pushing her phone back into her pocket, the call came through again, and then time around with a frown she yelled, “What?” “I know you're busy but can you spare me five minutes?” “Why?” “We need to talk and it's urgent.” She snapped and at once Zara swirled around, her gaze falling on the vehicle that was across the road. “Yeah, come si
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That morning, after making breakfast, Chase invited Zara to the table only to find out that she was yet to be prepared for school and she had about forty minutes left for her first class. Raising his brow at her, he lowered himself on his seat as he picked up his cutlery. “I bet it would be more tasty than ever.” She grinned, taking a long sniff of the golden brown pancakes in front of her. With her gaze now fixed on him, she had her hands across her chest and with a scowl etched on her face asked, “Why don't you join Jasper and Wembley in the kitchen? You cook more tasty meals than both of them combined.” “They are good.” “Uhm… I already knew that's what you're going to say so I'm not surprised.” She pouted, rolling her eyes. Just when she was about to take the first bite of her breakfast, Chase held her hand only to let go when she flashed him a quick look. “What? Is anything the problem?” She asked. “About school, don't you have classes today?” “Oh… about that, I quit last
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The tension in the room was palpable as an angry Katherine gripped the edge of her chair, glaring angrily at Zara who wasn't showing any form of emotion. “Have you lost your mind?” She yelled. “I made the decision already and there's no going back.” Zara replied with a calm tone. She had already prepared herself for this and so she wasn't shaken by her reaction. Meanwhile, Raven on the other hand was observing the situation with her legs crossed. When Professor Yun made the call an hour ago, she was present in her mother's office so it wasn't news to her. Still fuming with anger, Katherine grabbed the bottle of water off the table and then took a long sip of it. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she rose and then walked straight to Zara. Grabbing her by the cuff of her shirt, she made her stand, “What do you think you're doing? If I had known that useless man is going to ruin your life, I wouldn't have allowed him to get married to you.” she yelled, her face reddened with anger.
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With his hands tucked into his pockets, Chase was moving to and fro on the rooftop, staring at his wrist watch at intervals. It was thirty minutes until the restaurant would be opened, yet Zara was nowhere to be found. He had even called her phone several times hoping she would pick up and give a reason why she was delaying but she never did. Her attitude disturbed him so greatly that staying in one place was an impossible task for him. “She isn't still picking up her phone, what are we going to do now?” Wembley asked, showing him his call history. “She will come around, let's be patient.” Chase said with a calm tone but deep down, he was worried sick. “You have been saying that for an hour now.” Wembley grumbled and then just like he came earlier, he stormed down the stairs.Moments later, Zara pulled up across the road but didn't step out. Wondering what the issue was, Chase dialed her contact again.From his position, he could see the screen light of her phone on the seat next
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Zara tried to leave but Chase placed his hands against the wall, preventing her from taking a step. She turned around to repeat the same action but it was the same result. Frustrated, she exhaled and with her lips pressed tightly together, slid through the wall to the floor so she would crawl away but before she could attempt doing that, Chase was crouching right in front of her.“What do you want?” She mumbled, trying to act like she wasn't pissed but she couldn't keep it in. She kept darting her eyes around, making Chase convinced that indeed something was wrong. “Can't you tell me?” He asked, trying to touch her face but she was quick to push his hand off. Since she discovered the restaurant, Chase hadn’t returned home with her until today since he felt something was bothering her. “Why did you return with me?” She was desperate to change the topic of discussion but Chase wouldn't fall for that trick. “Can you tell me already and stop moving around in circles?” He sucked his t