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DAMIEN'S POV

"Damien... " Vanessa's voice was the next thing I heard rather than a reply, and in five seconds, I stood up and sprinted across the room, Amanda behind me, trying to catch up with my long strides, the two of us not caring of the glances people about at us before I finally reached the back where the eatery threw their garbage out.

I see a staff there throwing a bag inside the large bin.

He turns and I see he's got a short curly mop hair on his head and as he dusted off his palms against each other, he has on a grouchy look on his face as he glared at the both of us.

"Employees only. You don't look like you'd be hired here even if you wanted men. Take your girlfriend and leave."

From the corner of my eyes, I see Amanda frown and parted her lips to counter his words, but I beat her to it.

Locking eyes with the grouchy staff, a deeper frown on my face, the phone still to my ear, I shorten the distance between us, only to find out that he's a foot shorter than me.

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