"Okay...", Zylen says "this is awkward " he adds.
"Just one question...Why are we having a meeting in the ladies public restrooms?" Quinton asks slightly annoyed.Well, I don't really care that I pulled all four of these men,who drive me crazy,in thi...
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A/N: Okay so this is Zylen Walker. Hope you enjoy the story.
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Zylen's POV
4:30 pm
"Zylen, is that you?",my mom asks me from the kitchen.
"Yes it's me!", I reply passing the kitchen. I'm exhausted and in no mood to talk to anyone. I just arrived from Italy, busy getting new stock for the family company. My grandfather started a pizza business in this city and it became well known with its trademark, ' The Walking Pizza' is the name and the logo is a pizza cartoon with black shades (the one that's in the cartoon series 'Uncle Grandpa' ). After that my father took over the business and it expanded quickly, it now has branches all over the city and different towns. Now it's a multimillionaire business and I'm next in line to inherit it.
But who said I want it!
Currently I work for my father as a pizza man, learning everything I can about business to impress my family.
"Zylen honey, I know you're on break from work. But could you please go help with the pizza deliveries?",my mom asks me politely."It's Friday and the orders are too many as usual, pleeeeeease!?",she begs me with a whiny tone to her voice. I groan in response,giving an indication that I just want to rest.
"Please, oh pleeeeeease!!!",she continues to beg and gives me a pouty face, feigning sadness in the process. My mother knows I couldn't resist that adorable look on her face, it's just one of my many weaknesses.
Dammit mom!
"Okay fine, I'll go.", I finally give in and leave the house.
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I arrive at the main pizza restaurant where I work and park my black Mustang near the entrance. As I enter,everyone seems to be busy and the place is packed with customers, some of my fellow coworkers are running around with orders and bumping into each other.
Mom was right, this place is full and needs lots of help!
"So, you finally made it...hey Zy?",a female voice says, approaching me from behind. I turn around to see Sarah standing right in front of me, grinning at me, showing all her pearly whites.
"Yeah, I see the place needs more help.", I tell her, looking around.
"Yes it does! Now could you stop staring and come help with the deliveries please!?", Sarah asks me with a commanding tone. She's a waitress here and once in a while I get to speak to her.
