The protagonist will have a name here other than your name(y/n)
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Thursday, 31st March, 2023
Angeline's pov
It's the last day of the month. Meaning they will be here for a meeting today again, discussing business.
I was wiping the bar counter of the restaurant as this realisation hit me.
The well-known mafias of the town and country come to this restaurant every last day of a month to report their activities of the month to Ghost, their Boss. They report all the happenings and achievements of their respective groups one by one to him and he assigns the groups with the tasks for the next month.
Ghost is what he calls himself. No one knows what his real name is or what he looks like because he never attended any of the meetings. Only his secretary did on behalf of him and conveyed the message, basically acting like a messenger.
This group always visits the restaurant after the crowd dies down when the clock hits 11:00.
I have always been the one to wait their table. I know each and every one of the group by name and face. As their regular waitress, I know exactly what they like and don't like when it comes to alcohol.
The groups have both young and old members.
The aged members are extremely respectful to me and always behave kindly towards me. It is their sons I have my problems about. Spoilt and covered in wealth, they never fail to make me uncomfortable both mentally and physically.
But then again, I always recieve a fantastic tip from the table so who am I to complain right?
At this point, I know a lot about the happenings in the underworld but I keep them to myself. I am not an idiot. The tip is basically a payment in order to keep my mouth shut.
I look at the clock and see that it is almost time for them to come .
I hurriedly get to the kitchen and alert the cooks and my friend Max, the bartender so that they are ready for the flood of orders that is soon going to begin and as if on que, the door to the restaurant open, revealing two well built men in all black, standing on two sides of the door as the groups enter one by one.
It was not long untill I noticed the unusual silence of the crowd. Especially the sons. They surprisingly didn't even look at me while entering the restaurant when normally they would whistle or throw uncomfortable comments here and there.
It was then that I noticed one extra guy, entering at the very end.
Wow..
He had black hair slicked back, his body lean and steady, hands tucked in the pockets of his black De Petrillo trousers, a blue De Petrillo tux accompanying the trousers, black sunglasses covering his eyes and four bodyguards surrounding him.
I bowed to him as he nodded his head and entered the private rooms they usually sit in.
I quickly followed them and saw the new guy sitting at the very centre of the table, everyone's attention on him.
Everyone's faces showed a certain sign of nervousness.
Ghost huh
"Good evening gentlemen. What would you like to order to go with the alcohol?"
Everyone told me their choices except for the new guy. So I looked at him with a polite smile which almost fell off when my eyes met his, now without the sunglasses.
He had hazel brown eyes. Siren eyes. But with a touch of doe. Like a baby. Huh.
"What would you like sir?"
He looked at me for a little longer before answering my question.
"I'd like a glass of plain whiskey. With ice, please. "
Ok .
"Lame"
I whispered but he heard it and sent me a small laugh .
"No honey I just want to keep it simple today."
I was going to answer him when all of a sudden a harsh slap landed on my ass, making me gasp and stumble closer to the guy.
My eyes grew twice in size before I helped and stood back up.
My cheeks had turned into a deep shade of red as I heard a chuckle behind me.
I turned and saw it was Mr. Kang's elder son. The main douche.
I mumble a small apology and rush out of the room out of embarrassment, quickly handing the slip containing the orders to the cooks and the bar orders to Max.
This is gonna be a long ass night...
To be continued -----x-----
Stay tuned for the next part * wink * * wonk *
