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Glara then pulled Bhuvi to sit on her office sofa. Bhuvi just complied and sat next to Glara. "I've found the vendor!" "Oh, really? Who?" Glara seemed to think for a moment, as if she was trying to remember the vendor's name. "Ah, it's GoldenSky Vendor! The owner is still very young, and his business is relatively new. I'm so happy he understood my intentions right away and is willing to implement it soon!" Glara said joyfully, clapping her hands in excitement.

Not wanting to waste any much of my time there, I ordered my meal in a takeaway, the same as Simon's, and the chef went to bring it. "Hi," I heard a deep, husky voice speak to me from behind my back, as I stood waiting to collect my food order. "Hi," I gazed behind me and met the tall, handsome brown-skinned man that wore a white shirt and black trousers too. His black shoes were neatly polished, and his brown eyes watched me intently with a broad smile on his lips. "I'm Bobby George, the boss's assistant and more like the operations manager here," he introduced himself to me, extending his right hand for a handshake with me.

I picked it up, ready to tear into whoever was stupid enough to call me right now, but then I saw the name. Rick. I exhaled, forcing my voice to steady. “Yes?” "Sir. We've gotten all the information you need about the guy from last night. He's Noah Hitman. Twenty-eight. Works as a delivery guy for Chef De Naro restaurant. Been living in Ithaca for about four years now. No criminal record, clean background, steady income. Looks like he’s been helping Ms. Peterson financially for a while.” I clenched my jaw. “Helping her,” I repeated quietly.

“That’ll be two dollars, please.” Griff handed the money over with exactly zero regrets or qualms about the sugar-fused calorie-bomb coming his way. He was as disciplined with his eating as he was with his workouts, sleep schedule and spending habits, and eagerly handing over his hard-earned cash for junk food was really not his style. But here he was, doing it anyway… and he was even deliriously happy about it. “Spider.” The tattooed, lip ring woman was back now, and she gave Griff an apologetic smile. “Sorry to interrupt… the flour supplier is on the phone, and she’s making noises about not being able to get the next shipment here this afternoon.”

Carefully picking them up so as to avoid cutting myself I notice that the unnamed kind man had bent down to help me,so gentleman likea unlike Mr grumpy. Gasp!Mr Gru...I mean Mr Liam gave me five minutes to get his coffee!!Oh god kill me now,if i don't lose my job today then I'll give thanks to the Lord...Hurriedly picking them up,I mutter a quick thanks and sorry for the mishap to the man and hightailing it out of there.Going back to the cafeteria to prepare another coffee for him and checking my wristwatch to see it has been ten minutes since I left the office making me five minutes late.I quickly board the elevator heading to the last floor,reaching there I alight and walk towards his offi

'God it feels like my face is going to swell up just looking at his. After placing his order the man silently hobbled over to a booth where he silently ate his food. Once he was finished he hobbled back over to Tatianna and thanked her for the food before silently departing. Sure he was by definition a strange customer, but despite appearances he had both been polite and gave her a compliment. Tatianna shrugged her shoulders and went about her day. The next day though the man hobbled back in. "What can I get for you today?" "How would you like to work as a model?"

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and sighed. “A reporter named Harold Griffin asked me to meet here,” Adler said. “Mr. Harold Griffin made a reservation, Sir.” “Oh, really?” “Yes, sir. Anyway, my name is Dwight Cadieux. I am the owner of this restaurant.” Dwight offered his hand and waited for Adler to acceptit. Adler did not hesitate and he grabbed his hand. They shook each other’s hands for long seconds. However, when Adler was about to pull his hand down, Dwight did not let him go.

"I'll even make you a deal, if you don't make your goal each day when I come in, I'll make sure you do. Or I can write out a check for you, as an investment, to cover all the expenses for this place that needs to be fixed." "Sir, I can't let you do that. I don't even know your name is." I said. He reached into his wallet again and pulled out a card. He handed it over to me and it said Mark, and he works at the Jefferson's company. "Now you know my name and where I work at. Just call me any time if you need the help. I'm willing to help." He told me then ordered his order. Even though, we were short on some things, he still paid for what it was and even still gave me his tip that he always gi

“Work has been crazy. I’ve been picking up extra shifts left and right until we can hire somebody new. It sucks.” “Darn. I was hoping,” I said solemnly. “Yeah, I know. Me too,” she said. “Now quit changing the subject! I want to know more about this date! Tell me everything.” I gave an obnoxious sigh into the phone before I began, “Well, his name is Gabe. He’s a business owner.” “Nice!” she interrupted. “Maybe that means he’ll pay for dinner this time!” I laughed and started filling out a date request on the website. “A girl can dream.”

I would need to order the uber now for it to come in time and I didn’t know how long this would take surely 5 minutes would be enough. I watched as the uber left, the silence crashing around me as my stomach churned and I headed towards the dock. My phone binged and I looked seeing Carter had messaged me a picture of who I was meeting. The man was thin, tanned, light stubble on his face, he looked how I imagined someone from the mob to look. How exactly did Carter know this guy, maybe they just work together. But why would he need someone like this, did all lawyers have some sort of hench man or something.