"How is it going there?" Jeff looked around. There were no reporters at the Cafe, the plan had worked. "The re-opening went smoothly, none of them recognized her, sir," Jeff said into the phone. "Thank you very much, oh my God," Oliver's voice broke on the phone. Jeff could hear him sigh. "Oh no, don't thank me, thank Anne. She pulled the strings," Jeff replied. He looked at the Cafe and he saw that the customers were already inside. "Anne? She did?" Oliver questioned. "She did. She was reluctant but I begged her," Jeff replied. "I see, maybe I should start thinking about adding a zero on her paycheck," Oliver replied on the phone. "Say, is the business going well?" "Yes sir, there are a decent amount of customers and no incidents lately," Jeff replied curtly. "Jesus, Jeff, you sound like a robot. Loosen up when you are talking to me," Oliver laughed. Jeff looked out the window and saw Rita Lawman looking at him. The moment their eyes met, she turned away. "You know I can't
"You sure you can't stay any longer? I mean, it isn't even dark yet," Paul held Zara's cheek. The sun had started casting a light orange glare in the sky and it felt pleasant on the skin. They stood outside in front of the car. Jeff was already inside, giving the family their privacy. "Are you sleeping well enough?" Rita asked. "I received the money you sent to me the last time and it was quite a large amount. Hope they aren't overworking you a lot?" She held her daughter's shoulder.Zara was red around the eyes as she suppressed tears. She felt very emotional, leaving her parents behind. She was bubbling with emotions internally. "It is okay, she has a shift to attend to," Kelvin came to the rescue as usual. He tried his best to control his breathing in front of them. "You will be making her late if we talk any longer," he said. "Oh—yeah, I have a shift. I will get enough sleep Mom," she hugged her mother very tightly. Her mother smelled nice. She was using the bottle of perfume
Oliver grunted and checked his watch. An hour had passed and Zara wasn't down yet. He knew women had a knack for taking a lot of time when they were getting ready for outings. He was tempted to knock at her door or call her. But seeing the sour attitude she had towards him, he decided to wait patiently without complaining. But still, an hour has passed. She could just tell him that she was tired and not going. He could have postponed it until tomorrow. Who did she think she was? Queen of the Scots? Oliver sank further into the chair in exasperation.His wait was cut short as he heard the gentle sounds of heels against the floor coming from the stairs. He turned his head towards the staircase, and Oliver's eyes remained glued on Zara. Indeed, she thought of herself as the Queen of the Scots. Who is she? Oliver pondered as he stood up. It was not a command he had issued to his leg, it had happened automatically. Oliver was surprised at her taste in fashion, he had given Anne credit f
Oliver and Zara were shown to their seats.It was a VIP spot reserved for them on the third floor with a direct, undisturbed view of the stage below. The VIP had an old Roman feel to it with its large marble pillars that had been painted white, obviously for ornamental purposes. Zara had only seen this from afar. Only the Matron of the restaurant catered to the VIPs when she worked there, but now, she was going to get that special VIP-only treatment. "Why did you choose this restaurant?" Zara asked Oliver. He looked down at her and cocked his brows. "Who in this time and age doesn't want to be treated at Delarosèê peak?" Oliver grinned at her. They gazed at themselves, smiling unconsciously. Zara's face was a mixture of confusion and happiness. Zara smiled at him and sucked in air from her lips. She realized that she had been staring and smiling at him too long and she tore away from his gaze. Oliver did the same too. They both looked away immediately, forming a serious interest
Zara held the card to herself tightly. She watched as Oliver conversed with the steward and she looked at the card again. She didn't know what to say to Oliver when he came back to the table. She tried to place the reason why he would go all the way out to do all that, even though he wanted publicity. Zara hoped it had nothing to do with what happened the previous day. Zara wrote it off as part of the publicity plan. Oliver joined her back at the table and he smiled at the offer of wine from the steward. The steward stood exactly five meters behind them and waited for further instructions. “Wow, even for publicity, you went out of your way to do this?" Zara questioned as Oliver held the wine glass in his hand. He smiled at her in reply to her question. Zara laughed and continued. "Thank you very much, I got extra gifts alongside a nice dinner."Oliver was surprised at how Zara interpreted the whole situation. He was slowly starting to understand that Zara wasn't an airhead like th
It was another Monday morning. To some, it was the start of a long hard boring week of getting shouted at work by their bosses. To some, it was the day of bringing in their weekend assignments for scores and hopes of boosting their plummeting college credits. While to Kelvin, it was jealousy. He stared at his phone and he saw Oliver and Zara's pictures on social media. They were everywhere, you name it. Tweet, The gram, Snap App, Back Book. They had reportedly had dinner at Delarosèê Peak and a lot of people had seen them acting all lovey-dovey. Kelvin put the phone down and calmed his nerves down. He was on medication, and he didn't need to get worked up for other reasons. He wore his cap and walked up to the door of the Cafe and flipped the open sign. A few people soon walked in and Kelvin helped them to their place and went to put the To Hire sign outside since there was no way he could attend to all of them alone, well aware his current health did not require tedious work. Th
“You were with Zara yesterday and you did not tell us,” Rita inquired as Kelvin took his seat. “I'm sorry, I planned on telling you guys about it today,” Kelvin lied.“How is She? Is she eating well?” Rita asked. “Oh Rita, you spoke to her this morning already. Of course, she is fine,” Paul cut his wife off as he replied. “But some habits never change, Morticia is an example,” Paul joked.There was a roar of laughter in the room.“Thank you for walking in right on time, I almost doubted my girl for a minute,” Rita appreciated. “Now, let's go have dinner,” Rita said as she went to the kitchen to bring the food."Morticia is a headache, right?" Paul asked. Kelvin's smile dialed down. "Yeah, a big one," he replied. Rita carried a large tray of food and dropped it on the dining table. Kelvin went to assist her with the other plates while Paul made himself comfortable. Rita chimed. "Dinner is served!”With that, they all proceeded to the dining. It went smoothly with lots of laughter
Oliver flexed his fingers in front of his laptop. The tech seemed alien to him. How many days had he missed work? Four days? Two days? Well, none of that mattered since he was—Anne barged into the office and shook Oliver out of his thoughts. Oliver blinked several times at her and she simply stared back at him. Oliver thought he would have another episode of severe scolding for dumping his work on her. "Oliver, I found what might become a problem later," Anne dropped her laptop on Oliver's table. She had taken Oliver by surprise. He thought he would have gotten scolded again. "What are you talking about?" Oliver raised a brow in confusion. Anne slapped her forehead lightly. She had forgotten that she had left Oliver out of the loop since Vanessa's last show. "Okay, let me place it like this since you have not been around for a while," she flashed Oliver a frown and he swallowed. He raised his hands in submission and Anne continued. "I ended up putting myself in Vanessa. More lik