Grubhub Man Novels & Stories

"It's not a date, I assure you" Mystique shrugged. "I can't say no to free food" Mr. Gracias clenched his hands together. "Perfect, I will meet you tomorrow at the restaurant" "Yeah, tomorrow is fine" then, she remembered something. "Mr. Gracias, who was that man earlier. You know, the one yelling at you before?" she chose her words wisely, she didn't want to make it seem like she was stalking the guy. Mr. Gracias' expression took a sudden turn. "That's my boss, the CEO of Ps Cooperation"

she offers leading them into the building and up a short flight of stairs. “We did a drive through on the way here, thanks” Amber answers as the door opens and a short stout man walks through. “Ms. Greenbank, nice to meet you” he says holding out his hand to shake. Amber shakes it “call me Amber please, and this is Grant Muster from Grade Technology and Innovation” she introduces.

A giggle slipped free from my mouth and I turned back to him. "Good morning, I am Thabo, I will be your server today," A tall man introduced himself. He was attractive, but young. Maybe in his late teens. I smiled up at him, and I could see Eugene stiffen. "What can I get you?" Placing our orders, Thabo smiled my way again before hurrying off. Eugene's own smile had faltered. Taking his hand in my own, I squeezed softly, trying to bring him back. "Have I lost you once more?" I joked, thumb brushing over the back of his hand.

“Do you know whose turf this is?” Cliff was filled with disbelief. This young man clearly looked like the city’s rich playboy. ‘How dare he come here to cause trouble? Does he want to die?’ “Of course I do! How am I supposed to crush every single one of you here if I don’t?” The young man lit his cigar, and blew out a puff of smoke. “You’re Cliff Saban from Evergreen Capital Group. That useless piece of crap right there is Luca from Robbins Supplies. I also know that Kellan occasionally comes here to mop the floors.

The owner of "The Golden Lotus" was not a delicate flower. He was a mountain of a man, wearing a tight black t-shirt that struggled to contain his pectoral muscles. He had a full beard and looked like he ate nails for breakfast. "Who is trying to eat for free?" he growled, his voice vibrating through the floorboards. Harper shrank back. "We... we are not trying to!" she squeaked. "We just forgot our phones!" "You forgot. He forgot." The owner sneered, flexing his biceps. "Do you think I'm stupid? Who leaves the house without a phone in 2026?"

Then he remembered that it had to be somewhere. The cab man groaned as he picked up his phone and swiped through. The rain had stopped falling at the moment. Shortly after scrolling up and down, he found her name. "Andrea, Miss Andrea." He said as he turned to call her name. He had made it a habit to never touch customers both male and female after watching a video of how one of his peers was fired because his rider accused him of harassment. Dwayne, the cab man called her name a couple of times, but she wasn't awake, so he decided to play some loud music in his phone with hopes that it would be loud enough to wake her up.

' Before she heard the reply from the system, the man in front of her spoke, "So what's your name, fair lady? Since you can come to this place, I'm sure you're someone who should not be appearing at a convenience store to buy cheap food. Also, is this your first day here? I didn't see you here last week." With knitted brows, she also asked, "Who are you? Why are you harassing me? And how is it your business whether I eat street foods or not?" The man was stunned for a second before laughing, "Haha, it seems our encounter earlier left a bad impression on you. Why else will you become this defensive to a very handsome man like me?" he paused to shake his head. "But actually, you're not wrong.

"And why did you say you were pregnant with Cedric's child? You've rejected Dewangga or Kelvin, who are clearly shining like gems." I just rolled my eyes in annoyance. I knew the two men they were talking about. One is the IT manager at my workplace, Kelvin Sturborn. The other is the store manager of a café across the street, where we occasionally hang out to unwind after lunch, Dewangga Obrey.

He was usually more of a steak and potato person, which they had on the menu for the land lovers, but when in Rome… The waitress turned and waited. He just smiled. "I'll have the king crab with scallops. I'll take the steamed vegetables and brown rice, as well." He handed her the menu with a thank you and turned back to Jacqui. "Our job posting for crews and other staff will go out in tomorrow's paper. We also have Neal's assistant, Barbie Hanover, reaching out to some of the more well-known local talent and trying to sign them on early." Her right eyebrow popped up. "You're stealing people from other companies?"

“I don't want my family name to make it easy. I need something that I did myself" “Well" he said, as he cleaned his hand with the tissue the staff put on the table. “It is lovely, Lana, and if we get back, you can resend your company's profile again, and I will look into it and see if you qualify for it." "Thank you” As we approached the end of the buffet, a man in a navy suit approached. “Good morning" he said, “I am the Lounge Manager. I hope we're living up to your expectations"