"Cherry is right, you know. You shouldn't call her a bully. You used the wrong word on her and also, She's not a bully because you did not tell us if you pulled out the chair for her or for me,” Stacy supported Cherry. "As expected, you supported her recent bad behavior again. Shouldn't you be scolding her for it instead?” Bruce asked as he dragged out another seat. "I will only scold her when she is wrong, but right now she isn't. So I can not start scolding her over nothing,” Stacy replied, trying hard not to laugh at the look Bruce had on his face. She knew Bruce was slowly losing it because she refused to support him and always supported Cherry. Bruce didn't say anything else as he settled on the chair. Stacy was still curious as to why they were they only ones on a big restaurant like this and she was sure that the room they were in was only one of the rooms out of the other spaces in the restaurant. Gently placing her purse on the table, she licked her lips, tryin
The chefs in the kitchen received the list of dishes their top customers would love to be served but they all had worried faces once they saw the list. "Vivian isn't still here?” One who looked like the head of the chefs asked worriedly. "Yes, sir. Vivian is yet to arrive but I saw someone at the back. She called herself Alison, she said Viviane fell sick so she sent her in as her replacement,” One of the chefs replied. "That's so stupid and unprofessional of Vivian! She could have at least informed us that she won't make it here and that there would be someone else coming to take her place,” The top chef grumbled as he started dishing out the food. "Call her in. We have no time to waste now,” "Yes, sir,” He responded and went to the back of the kitchen to call Alison in. He got to the back and saw a dark-haired lady who wore a wrinklish frown on her face. "What made you take so long?” The lady complained in a hushed tone once she saw him. "My boss was persistent i
Alison immediately turned to him as she shook her head. "No, sir. I didn't say a word. I'm almost done with the drink, I just need to add some ice cubes and then the straw and lemons,” "Then be quick and stop wasting our time!” The head chef urged her as he hissed. "These new workers are just so slow and lazy! Why did Vivian have to fall sick today out of all days?!” The chef almost rolled his eyes as he continued scooping out the ice cream before him into a cup and then he broke some ice cream cones into the cup of ice cream. Alison took out some ice cubes from the industrial freezer and dropped a fair amount into the glasses. She picked out a lemon, sliced the lemon into a thin sharp, and stylishly placed it on the tip of the glass. With a wide smile, she turned to the head of the chef. "I'm done, sir,” She informed. "Then look for the waitress or the waiter, hand it over to one of them,” The chef answered, half of his attention fixed on scooping more of the ice cream.
Bruce paused chewing his food and took the glass of juice on the table, taking a sip from it before he responded to Stacy’s question. "Yes, you can. Tell me, what is bothering you?” He asked. "Can I know why you object to us ever going into the kitchen?” Stacy asked. Bruce drank another sip from the juice slowly, more like contemplating if he should let her know or not. A few seconds ticked by and Stacy found herself fidgeting with her fingernails as she anxiously waited for him to speak up. "You can let it be. It's not compulsory to tell me anyway,” Stacy laughed nervously. "Emily Yates,” Bruce voiced out, catching Stacy off guard cause she had thought he would say anything. "Who is she? Emily Yates that is.” Stacy asked, wondering who she was to the Yates family. "That's my granny! My daddy’s mummy! She was very beautiful and stunning when she was alive, mummy,” Cherry chirped in, and Stacy’s mouth formed a big O when she realized that Emily Yates was actually B
"Okay, along the line of acting the scene, Mom was told to act as Freya the blind girl. My ex-mummy was the villain of the story so I don't know why but she had taken her role too forward. She was meant to pretend to hit mummy. Instead, she slapped her so hard across her face and then pulled out a knife, almost stabbing mummy on her chest with it but thankfully I had already called for the guards attention,” Cherry explained. Stacy's breath got caught in her throat as Bruce moved his gaze to her. His stormy eyes fixed on her as his jaw grinned against the other. "Is this true, Stacy?” Bruce's question spiked into her ear and she quivered from how deadly he sounded at the moment. "It's fine, Bruce. It's been a long day already. It happened in the morning and it's evening now. I don't think it is of any use to bring up what happened so many hours ago,” Stacy tried to convince him. But her words landed on deaf ears. Bruce asked again, this time letting out a low guttural grow
"What do you mean by that? I told you guys not too long ago what I want or didn't you hear me?” Stacy did not like what she was hearing from Bruce. "Fine,” He replied, and Stacy’s jaw dropped. "Did he just say fine? What the heck did he do?!” Stacy screamed in her mind. "What did you do, Bruce? I know it has nothing to do with me becoming an actress,” Stay asked him suspiciously. "It is. It has a lot to do with acting. Cooking can be pushed to the side for a while cause I still need to think about it. Yunno, come into consideration with it and come to a decision on whether I should let you or not,” "Bruce, I'm not in a hurry, I only told you what I had in mind because you and Cherry were pressuring me to speak up, and when I did…. Take a look at what you are doing now or rather.. What you are saying,” Stacy took a sharp deep breath. "Yes, I understand,” Bruce picked up his cutlery and started cutting the chicken on his plate. "That reminds me. Cherry would be a bra
Cherry nodded her head and pressed her face on his toned shoulder, seeking solace for her racing heart. Stacy tapped Cherry on her back. "But how do we escape from them? The guards are not here and if we should call on the cops, I doubt they will make it here on time,” Stacy tried to come up with a plan to get away from them without a scratch on either of them. "Do we need to call on the cops?” Bruce chuckled. "It seems you do not know the devil you married yet,” Stacy’s jaw dropped again. "You shouldn't say such words around our daughter, Bruce,” Stacy scolded as she sneered her lips. "That's bad parenting,” "What did I say wrong?” Bruce asked, feigning innocence. "She is my first child after all. so it's normal to make mistakes while parenting the first child but you need not worry. When Pookie has younger siblings then we will be the best parent in the US,” He winked at her and Stacy momentarily forgot the dangerous situation they were in as a blush crept up her chee
But Bruce didn't stop. He continued pulling the trigger as he aimed the shots at him. The Assassin tried dodging the firing bullets that were shot at him but he could not keep it up and needed some time to have a breathing break. Not able to bear it anymore, he grumbled. "Fuck! Just stop firing bullets, devil!” He cursed, as he ran and hid behind the wall of another dining room. "You're such a coward,” Bruce stopped firing the bullets and tucked the gun into the back of his pants when the assassin ran into the same room his partner had scrambled into in fear. It was clear the partner didn't want to be shot and go through the same pain again. "You and your so-called partner still can not stand up to my daughter. I will advise that both of you return back to whoever sent you guys here and tell him that I said he did a bad job in choosing assassins,” They didn't say a word. The air remained silent with only the heavy breathing of the men hiding behind the door in the room