Hunting the Creator

Chapter 96 Debt that is owed

A young ginger man serves up a large Americano and smiles charmingly at the young woman who giggles and sits down with her friends, who look at him and then turn to each other and laugh shyly. "Another faithful customer." The young man whose name tag is written Randy lifted his head with pride.

"Now the men will hang out here because of the women, and we also profit from it." Another worker slides around the counter, his looks dark and edgier but handsome like Randy. His own name tag read Fern.

Both gave each other a side eye and a maniacal cackle, conquering the coffee shop world one step at a time. A bit of shuffling distracts them. Randy gives a concerned smile.

 "Wacha doin down there bud?" The handsome ginger asked with amusement as he looked down at his rich friend.

"Shut it Randy, there was this group of weird people, and one of them called me mommy." Uriel said as he shivered in horror.

"Parent kink?" Randy shrugged and laughed as he was shot back a glare.

"Maybe a child kink?" Fern said.

"That's pedophilia I think."

"Depending on age, but the term needs to be specific, could also be that you look like their mom?" Randy clarifies.

"No way..." Uriel then ponders, the way he looks is quite otherworldly, he smiles at the thought of his beauty.

"We should stop before he gets an even bigger head." Fern looks Uriel in disgust.

"Too late." Randy sighs at the two look at Uriel raising his head and the thought of everyone always going after him for his beauty and brains.

"I just cant help it, who can resist all this?" Uriel motions towards his entire body.

"Us" the workers responds in unison.

"You guys are brain dead, that's why." Uriel huffs as he stands up and looks around again wearily and after making sure that the coast is clear he sits on the back wall counter facing the customers and asks with a bored expression. "What are you guys up to?"

"Not everyone has quadrillionarie parents that can pay all of their bills."

"They're not that rich." Uriel corrects, which in turn makes Randy want to punch his friend on the mouth but is held back by Fern. "At least, we haven't checked out net worth in a while."

Now positions have turn as Fern looks to want to rip out Uriel's hair but Randy looks at him as shakes his head, signaling to him that it wasn't worth it.

"You either help around the shop without pay or get out of our way, we're busy." Randy warns as he smiles at another girl and takes her order.

"That's illegal." Uriel retorts.

"Not when your parents make millions of dollars a day." Fern hissed in envy.

"Whatever, have you seen your second slave?" Uriel looks around. "She owes me something."

"Owes the great Uriel Fanriz?" Fern's eyes widen then looks to the sky as he prays. "May she rest in peace for her sacrifice to humanity."

While Uriel grabs Fern in a chokehold, Randy thinks deeply. "I think Jasmine went to go see her parents back at Russia."

"Russia? Should take me about three hours; four with a fuel stop midway." Uriel does the calculations as he gives a sinister smile, but it soon disappears as a yelp and a loud clatter is heard at the back of the coffee shop.

Uriel glances at a sweaty faced Randy who doesn't make eye contact and Fern who takes another order from another customer, clicks his tongue and makes his way towards the back. He walks into the kitchen and looks at the corner where an obvious human is standing, holding a kettle in front of her face, her entire body shaking like a leaf.

"Russia huh?" Uriel seethed.

"I thought that if you knew I was in Russia, you would give me more time, who would have thought that you would want to go to Russia and see me there." Jasmine whimpered as she lowered the kettle.

"Never underestimate a Faniz that is owed." he now stood directly in front of her, his eyes looking down at her as if she was nothing.

"That's so cringe." Jasmine blushed out of embarrassment at his statement.

"Shut up, where's the laptop." Uriel huffed as he stepped back and crossed his arms.

"Okay, so there is a little problem with the laptop, I was walking down the hallway and this guy bumped into me and I tripped forward I couldn't look where I had my feet and then it kinda did this weird twist and I swear to my nana who's up I heaven that I heard my bones crack inside my body though not like and audio crack where everyone can hear it like a scream inside you head instead of like a bleeding vessel inside you you can hear it but you can feel it that reminds me this one time I was in Alaska with my nana when she was still alive she had thought me that when it comes to an attack of wolves would be less likely if you spray manure all over yourself since you would smell less like an animal and more like the nature surroundings not like nature smells like maneuver but more like dung is always found in the wilderness and wolves and all animals have a higher since of smell-"

"If you don't shut up, I'll make you pay what was on that laptop; eight hundred thousand dollars." Uriel gave an empty look towards Jasmine who squeaked and paled, she spoke no more and simply looked up at the devil. "Good, in less than ten words, tell me where the laptop is."

"It broke when it fell, so its at a repairman." Jasmine lowered her head and accepted her death, she only hoped that her parents got to know where her body was.

"Are you an idiot? How long ago was this?" Uriel froze at the mention of a repairman.

"It was this afternoon when I was leaving my campus." Confused she answered.

"And who is this repair man?"

"A guy from my tech class offered to fix it."

"Don't you think its convenient that you were bumped into during the end of that day when most students are already long gone before lunch? Not to mention it sounds even more suspicious that coincidentally a guy from who knows where at that knows how to fix computers happen to pass you at that very moment?"

"I've known him since I started attending college: four years." She was not convinced.

"I've known you for eighteen, dipshit, and who is it that was always with me and attempted to get kidnapped along side me was?"

Her eyes widened with terror at the sudden realization and looked up at her childhood friend. "Omg, he didn't tell me where he would fix it."

"Why do I always have to pick up after your mess?" Uriel turned around and started dialing his known contact, luckily he had placed a chip in the laptop in case such a predicament would happen. "God I'm such a genius."

Following along behind him she waved at her boss and coworker and clocked out.

"Alright normies, I'll get out of your bland looking hair."

"Hey, don't forget to tip!" Fern pushes a crystal clear jap with the word 'tip' written on the side.

Uriel takes out his phone and hovers around the jar and frowns, with a playful smile he says. "Seems like your jar doesn't accept tap, bye~!"

Before anyone could call the cops on a potential murder they were about to witness, Uriel left the coffee shop and headed to his father's office.