Restaurant Overseer For Short Novels & Stories

"How could it be? You haven't showered, nor have we cooked for our dinner tonight." "We will eat at your restaurant, shall we?" Anna nodded happily. She already feels a longing for Mita and Darmi. So far, she has never communicated with Darmi. She does not know how the restaurant has developed and the number of employees and how each one is performing. She installed two personal assistants, who recorded all the attitudes, behavior, and performance of all her employees including Darmi.

"Please stop being too dramatic. Joan, this is Kira's cue, let her handle it as she likes." She turned to Kira Mason. "Please go on, Kira." Kira nodded and thanked him. Amanda glanced casually towards Mr Kenny and he winked at her. She felt a shiver down her spine. "Miss Amanda," Kira started to speak , "can you define summarily what your role as a hotel supervisor would be about?" Amanda nodded and began to speak, her voice shaking slightly. "A hotel supervisor is responsible for the day-to-day operations of a hotel. He or she ensures that the hotel runs smoothly and efficiently while providing excellent customer service." She ended her definition with an exhaled breath.

she questions Anita. "I just resumed today." "So? That's not an excuse. Make sure to ask for your badge before you go home today, so you can look like a worker here. What's your job here?" She asks. "Assistant secretary to the boss," Anita replies. "Please, you have to be quick. He said fried rice and a drink that you know are his usual, and I should tell the waitress the boss's orders." The head cook eyes widened in surprise as she is speechless. She quickly walks back into the supervised kitchen as three stationed guards are there, despite all the monitoring cameras fixed.

Flashing a fake smile and showing all of her teeth, she greets him. “You are late today, Rosalia,” he says with his grumpy tone. The restaurant in which she is working belongs to John Andrew. He opened the restaurant two years ago, and since then she has been working there as a waitress. She doesn’t get late frequently, but when she does, he is here for his supervision. “I’m so sorry, sir.”

I suddenly miss Karen. I wonder how she’s doing. WE WERE only serving for a short while when we were called to the office. Apparently, ma’am Sofia, the general manager of Ravish restaurant, was there. “How is their training going?” ma’am Sofia asked ma’am Carreon. “They’re good. Fast learners,” ma’am Carreon praised us, while ma’am Sofia didn’t give any comment. “Hmm... stand up,” ma’am Sofia ordered, so the three of us stood. Her gaze shifted to our name badges. “Aileen Minarez, Von Casejo, and...”

They find him scary and his voice horrifying. “Okay, thanks.” Thelma replies to him then left the kitchen using the front door. She looked around the restaurant for Kaycee in the mix of restaurant guests. As the manager of the hotel ‘Sweet Dreams’ his role was more different from other hotel managers in the country. Commonly, Kaycee had an office of his own but his role was to keep the hotel running and supervise twenty-four-seven. Most efforts were to be pushed on workers in other not to lose business, so, yes, checking his office is a total waste of time. Thelma got a migraine from searching the restaurant so she stands at a corner and lets her eyes roam.

I couldn't help but wonder how much more insufferable he had become; apparently, he didn't remain there for eternity after all. The day was hectic. Are we really throwing a feast for that jerk? If so, it seems a bit excessive. Once we finished cooking, I found a spot to sit and removed my apron. "He’s here, he just arrived," someone announced. Great, here we go. "Waiters, serve the meal immediately! Young master Drew is here! Felicity, come here!" It was the head chef. "We’re short-staffed since the young master isn’t the only one here, so could you assist the waiters?" Can’t she see how exhausted I am? But I had no choice. "Alright, I’m on it," I sighed, feeling the weight of my frustration

It should not take too long if he or she knew what was best for them. “Good afternoon sir, this is the restaurant manager. What can I do for you sir?” the restaurant manager said and I just went straight to the point, I still had some work to do even though I was spending time gossiping with my guard. “I want a buffet prepared for the ladies my chauffeur will show to you, and I need it prepared in twenty minutes tops. Get them an exclusive room, you do have that in your establishment right?” I said to the lady and waited for her response.

It was the kind of feeling you get when you're missing an interlocking piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Much sooner than later, the lady who had first shown them to their seats walked up to them. As Head waiter (waitress in this case), formally referred to as the Maitre de Hotel, she was to receive complaints from guests and answer them. Behind her, the chef de rang, demi chef de rang, commis de rangs (commonly known as waiters or busboys), the debarasseur and the Sommelier (wine butler/wine waiter) followed.

The tall, glorious elf king stood firm on his ground. "But remember one thing, Oswin Alvingham," I said, turning around and placing my hand on the restaurant's back door handle. "If you dare to mess up the food or give my customer a hard time again, then your business becomes mine. I won't stand by and watch your childishness destroy this restaurant. I am your manager. You need to show me some respect." With that, I twisted the knob and walked back inside. ******* OSWIN's POV