Grubhub Guy Novels & Stories

"I haven't had time to do that today. I had to help me attend to the customers." "Oh. It's the rush hour?" He shook his head. "It's always rush hour around here. A customer leaves, two more take his place, and it's all me and my staff can do to keep up." "You're the owner?" The little man puffed up his chest proudly and pointed to the tag neatly pinned on his shirt, which I had missed. It read Will Hughes, manager. "That I am." "It's a nice place you got here, Mr Hughes."

"You said it. If it weren't for Grandmaster Zeller, who'd be crazy enough to come suffer here?" Felix listened silently to the crowd's chatter, waiting to see what would happen. Sure enough, a five-person squad appeared in uniform, and they were people from headquarters. "What's going on here?" The pizza place owner, Anton Marchal, immediately perked up, rushing to speak first, "Mr. Blackburn, look at this! These days, people won't even pay for their pizza. Such country bumpkins." Gert Otis, the middle-aged customer, exploded in fury. "You bastard! I dare you to say that again!"

" um..um .. Pizza delivery for ... um sir your order" The delivery guy stuttered as he stood by the door in amazement. I was used to this, ordinary people often stutter in my presence, something I find most amusing. I reached out taking my order from the delivery guy, then walked away, expecting the delivery guy to leave as well but he didn't, instead he still stood by the door staring at me. " Ohh... right, a tip" I realized he needed me to tip him, I quickly grabbed my wallet from the sofa and pulled out a couple of $100 dollar bills, about six hundred dollars and then gave it to the delivery man.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbows, exposing his expensive wristwatch on his left hand, while his other hand held his black jacket over his shoulder. My eyes trailed from his black Oxford shoes, going up his tall figure until meeting his blue eyes. They had the colour of the sky on a warm, sunny day. His blonde hair was styled into a neat, slicked-back style with a side part. A smirk curled on his lips. “I was told if I came here, I would find free dinner. I’m a bachelor, so. I take every opportunity to eat free food.” The man was none other than Caspian Gray, the CEO of Gray Foods and a close friend of Lucas Hart. The last time I saw him was when I was drugged and taken to t

The country music reminded me of home, and the regulars were gruff, rough men. I grabbed glasses from the shelf and placed them into the ice Jackson had poured into a bin for them to chill. He smiled, dropping his soft gray gaze to my belly. Jackson was refreshing but very human and in his early forties. He'd started The Hub with money he'd earned from serving in the armed forces overseas, then opening up his own private security company. The Hub, how- ever, was his dream job.

Luckily, it didn’t take long for my brother to finally come back with the culprit. “Here’s the spy!” Grabbing a squirming man’s collar, Howard growled, demanding an explanation. “You aren’t in the list of the restaurant’s staff. Who sent you? What are you doing here?” Howard’s royal tone reverberated in the surroundings, shaking that man like a dried leaf. He immediately bared his neck in submission. “I am here to deliver crackers from a retail store, Sir. Please spare my life.” The band of being mated, and this answer evaporated our worry in thin air, he was a mere delivery boy who panicked to see guests in the back patio.

"You must have done some modeling work before." "No..." "Come on," he scoffs. "What? You seriously drive Uber for a living?" "I do now," I reply defensively. "I got fired last month from my old job." "Which was what?" he asks. I take a right as instructed by the GPS. "I waited tables at the Steak Shack up the road." "Christ," he replies. I see him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. "I don't know what I'd do if I went to dinner and you ended up waiting on me."

’ Cullen thought. Georgia was not able to talk. She was elbowing Heart. Heart side eyed on her but then the pizza delivery guy arrived and the beers. Heart saw them and received the food, Georgia grabbed the beers and entered at the apartment unit. Heart was holding the pizza boxes. “Just go, Mr. CEO Cullen Lee.” Heart said. “Um, ma’am, it is not yet paid yet.” The delivery guy for beers said. Heart raised her hand. “Ah, please wait.” Heart said.

I asked a worker as she looked at me "I was asked to drop this food here and I don't know who ordered it" I said plainly "ohhh am sure it's the boss just go over there to the recipient, she will direct you" she said pointing at the place, I thank her and moved over to the place and saw a woman chewing gum like a prostitute "hello good afternoon, I was asked to drop this food at this company and I don't know who ordered it" I said to her as she left her computer and stare at me

As it was, she would be better off sending out his resume again instead of waiting for the interview to conclude. The restaurant owner was a very stout but burly old man with a long trimmed beard and bushy brows. He wore a very tall hat and had a huge beer belly in the front. Laura studied the restaurant owner who introduced himself as Griffin Hawkeye as he shook Tynan's flimsy arm almost violently. She was worried for a moment that the physically inept programmer would dislocate an arm from the forceful handshake but she was more worried about the intimidating presence of the restaurant owner instead. Knowing Tynan and his tendency to mess up when he panicked, would this interview go well?