Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Chapter 8: frustration “Pizza man! Delivery!” a man yelled from outside of Grey’s house. Grey smiled

and picked a hundred-dollar bill. He opened the door and stretched out the money. “Thank you for

ordering. It’s $15.” “Keep the money!” He replied immediately and took the pizza from him. He closed

the door before the man would say anything else. He stared at the pizza and remembered he hadn’t

ordered pizza in forever because he was saving money for Nora’s birthday gift. Grey remembered what

Alfred had told him and wondered how he was supposed to keep a low profile after losing his job. But

at least, he could afford nice delicacies now unlike before. After eating, Grey decided to take a long rest

as he could still feel some pains from the beating he got from waking up beside Avery on the

bed. . When Grey woke up, it was almost six and he decided to get ready for dinner. He had a quick

shower and wore a grey shirt with black trousers. Actually, it was one of his best clothes. He was going

to Weathervane, even though he knew that his kind of attire didn’t fit a place like that. He took a cab

instead and soon arrived at the restaurant. He stood outside the building for a moment, admiring the

outer setting. The weathervane was among the top five luxurious restaurants in the city. People rated it

high for a lot of things. And it’s mostly patronized by people of high class and their dishes are

expensive. In one word, whoever can afford Weathervane is a rich man. He let out a sigh and moved

towards the entrance. “Hey!” A voice stopped him suddenly and the speaker ran to block him from

entering the restaurant. “What the fuck are you doing?” With his attire, one could guess he was a

waiter. Grey blinked once, then twice. “I’m trying to enter the restaurant. Why are you questioning me

and why are you in my way?” The waiter stared at him for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter.

“Are you kidding me? You seriously think I was going to let you enter?” Grey gave him a confused look.

“And why won’t you do that?” The waiter gave him another scrutiny. Grey followed the path of his gaze

and realized he was looking at the clothes he was wearing. “I’m very familiar with people of your

caliber. I will never let you constitute a nuisance here. You will never enter!” He stated firmly. Grey

stared at him, confused. “What is really happening here? Why can’t I enter the restaurant? Do you

know me from somewhere?” “Well, I don’t need to know you before I can guess what you are here to

do. And I’m here to stop you!” He snarled at him. “I don’t know why all these poor people think you can

steal meals at every restaurant. Weathervane isn’t your kind,” he sprouted out. Grey felt a surge of

anger at his words but he decided to stay cool about it as he didn’t want to act a nuisance at such a

nice restaurant. He took his phone instead and dialed Alfred’s number. He picked up immediately. “Yes

Hercules, where are you?” Grey stared at the waiter for a mom. “I’m in front of Weathervane. Have you

booked a seat?” “No, why do I have to do that when I’m the boss? Just enter and you will be well

attended to. Also, I will be at Weathervane soon,” Alfred explained. “Well,” Grey started and realized

that the waiter was watching him intensely with dirty glares. “I couldn’t enter because a waiter wouldn’t

let me,” he reported. “I was even mocked by him and he had kept me standing for some minutes

now.” “What the fuck! What stupid waiter could that be?” He boomed angrily. “Just give me ten minutes,

I will be in Weathervane soon. Please, don’t be offended,” he apologized. Grey nodded. “Alright, I will

be expecting,” he finished up and hung up. The waiter scoffed again. “Very funny. Are you trying to play

games here? I’m definitely not going to let you in,” his eyes hardened on him. “And you are only

bluffing. You didn’t call anyone and there’s no fucking way you’d afford Weathervane expensive meals,”

he insulted. Grey opened his mouth to counter his insult but a deep voice from behind him stopped

him. “Look at your poor ex-boyfriend,” Seth mocked further as he and Nora walked to view. Nora

giggled. “He’s never my boyfriend. He is just some struggling guy. And I think he should struggle and

get some money before he thinks he could have a girlfriend.” “You should never look down on

someone like that,” Grey warned. Seth and Nora laughed harder. “That’s so funny. By the way, what the

fuck are you doing here because I know there’s no way you can afford the expensive meals

here?” Grey shrugged with a little smile. “Well, Alfred invited me here.” “Oh,” Seth nodded and looked

over at Nora. “I didn’t tell you that Mr. Alfred claimed he was a grandson to one of his friends. He must

be here to ask for his help.” Nora nodded briefly. “That mean he didn’t invite him here?” “Of course!”

Seth boomed. “You heard me well,” Grey said quickly. “I just said he invited me here.” He opined with a

serious expression. The waiter laughed again. “I knew it! I knew you were a joker.” Seth, Nora, and the

Waiter burst into laughter. Grey felt a slight stab of annoyance but he decided not to say any word.

Seth was always used to twisting his words. Suddenly, a Bugatti Centodieci pulled up in the parking lot.

Grey and the rest looked back as Alfred got out of the car. He was however accompanied by another

man. This man was Gregory, the CEO of the popular clothing line in the city. He was also a boss of a

big mafia in the city. Grey eyes widened. He’d heard a lot about Gregory. He just didn’t believe that the

person he was supposed to meet was Gregory. No, the real question was why would Gregory want to

see him? Was it trouble or not?