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Third person POV

Zack placed his long legs on the coffee table, one on top of the other, as he pressed his phone.

As Zack surfed through the internet reading the news about the market and stocks, mindlessly looking at what he deemed important to his person and scrolling over what he didn't need to concern himself about, especially gossip, one would easily mistake him for the owner of the fancy restaurant he was in and the staff room to be his personal office if not for the waiter's uniform that betrayed him.

The uniform consisted of a white dress shirt, a black bow and black slacks. With his tall legs, slim waist, broad chest and styled but messy dark hair, one could mistake him for a model.

Zack checked the time, and it was 6:50pm at the moment, meaning his break would end in about ten minutes. In two hours, he would be heading home after an eight-hour shift that started at 1pm. Zack checked the date on his phone and he let out a deep breath. Tomorrow would be his third anniversary with his girlfriend, Emilia. They had been together for three years now, and despite their different schedules, he always looked forward to spending more time with her.

Emilia is a student studying law and will graduate in a month's time, hence she had been very busy. So busy that even though they live together in the same house, Zack barely saw her, and when he did, she barely had time for him.

From last minute projects, late night studying and meeting up with colleagues to talk about job hunting, Zack rarely saw his girlfriend and even when he did, it was only for a few minutes, meaning they hadn't been intimate for long.

But Zack, being the understanding boyfriend he is, gave his girlfriend the space she needed, knowing how important her carrier was to her. Just as he was scrolling, a list of articles popped up and one caught his eye.

'Best gifts for your woman to celebrate your anniversary' Without a moment of hesitation, Zack clicked on the article and was directed to the page.

"Lover boy!" Someone laughed while patting Zack on his shoulder. Even before he looked up, Zack already knew it was none other than his cousin, Chris.

"Hey, when did you come here, and since when are non-staff allowed to be in here?" Zack looked at his cousin.

"You know me, charms and all," Chris grinned and winked at the same time. "But what are you doing here when you should be working?"

"I am just having a few minutes' break. What brought you here anyway? Hard to believe you came here just to say hi."

"What do you mean? Of course, I came to say hi to my favorite cousin."

"I am your only cousin," Zack deadpanned. "All the more reason to come see how you are doing! You never visit home anyway. It's so rare to see one would think you are the CEO," Chris chuckled. "I actually came to have a work dinner with someone," Chris said, less energetically this time.

"Good luck with that," Zack whistled.

"But I can't seem to convince him about a certain deal," Chris kneeled beside Zack's chair and looked at him with pleading eyes as Zack looked away, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Whatever it is, I really don't see it working," Zack shook his head, waving his hand over his uniform.

"It doesn't matter," Chris shrugged. "And it's just this once, help a cousin will ya?" Chris rubbed his palms together.

"Nope!"

"I just need you to say a few things for me. Put in a few good words, you know," Chris pouted. "Please!" Chris blinked while blowing his cheeks.

"Ughh! Will you stop already! You look like an ogre doing that," Zack stood up, acting disgusted, making Zack laugh.

"I knew you would do this for me," Chris linked arms with Zack, continuing to act cute.

"Stop that before I change my mind." "Sorry," Chris laughed, as they walked out of the staff room.

"What is it about anyway?" Zack asked as they walked through the hallway that would lead them back to the main restaurant. "There's this guy, and he is very hard to please, and I've been trying to set a meeting with him, for weeks, but he's not quite, how do I put it..."

"Ready to sign it yet?" Zack inquired. "Bingo!" Chris clicked his fingers just as they entered the service area of the restaurant. "Now you don't have to do much, I just need you to..." Chris' talk came to an end when they realized the chaos that was going on at the table as everyone other person watched the whole deal. Some annoyed, some entertained and the others minding their business and trying to ignore the chaos.

At a particular table for two, where a couple were seated, and standing beside the man was a hysterical woman who had just found her husband on a date with a younger, more beautiful woman.

The husband looked guilty having been caught red-handed, while his partner in crime hung her head in shame, obviously aware that her man made vows to another. The hysterical women, unkempt in appearance, having had to rush to the scene to catch them in the act, was laying curses on the woman.

One waiter and two waitresses were by the table carefully trying to calm the situation while knowing the consequences of crossing a rich and powerful person.

"You lewd b*tch of a prostitute!" the wife shrieked. The other woman, having enough of the embarrassment, decided to speak up for herself.

"Why don't you tell your wayward husband to keep it in his pants instead," The woman decided to take it a step further and said arrogantly. "And maybe, if you were half the b*tch I am, your husband wouldn't have..."

"How dare you talk back to me, you shameless wh*re," the wife raised her hand, ready to strike the other woman in the face, but was extremely shocked when someone caught her hand, and when she looked up, it was none other than a waiter, which made nose flare in fury. The other woman, having seen what was coming for her, stood and staggered back, one of the waitresses helping her stand up straight. "Who the h*ll do you think you are to hold me back?" the woman angrily spoke through clenched teeth.

"You are making a scene here madam and disturbing the tranquility of our restaurant," Zack spoke calmly. "I suggest you stop or take it outside, else we will have security escort you outside."

"Do you know who I am. How dare a mere waiter treat me this way?" the woman seethed, yanking her arm out of Zack's grip. "You are embarrassing yourself right now, so plea..." Zack started to say but didn't get to finish his sentence. "Learn how to f*king mind your business next time," the woman said and everyone including Chris let out a gasp as a dish of creamy garlic velouté was poured on Zack's head followed by a splash of red wine on his face.