With mom and dad, I am anxiously awaiting a phone call from the real estate agent. Unfortunately, Pierre isn't here, as he is off to the next race, but he made me promise to call him the second I will get a word about the status of my restaurant.
Now my father gave his blessing as well, I have made an offer to buy the restaurant I like so much and we are now awaiting the answer of the owner that will be brought to us by the real estate agent.
"I can't hold this much longer..." I sigh and place my head on the table. At that exact moment a phone rings, but dad excuses himself quickly because it is work. I groan and let my heart rate drop a little again until it spikes once again because now my phone rings.
"Well, pick it up, darling." My mom ushers me and slowly I pick it up and answer it.
"Hello." I have the phone tightly in my hand and pressed against my ear in the hope I don't show my shaking hand too much.
"Hello Anca, great that you are able to respond so quickly. I have some news regarding the restaurant." He stalls and I am not sure whether it is because he has good news or bad. But either way, I want to hear it as soon as possible.
"Okay..." I try to make him continue what he was saying.
"They have considered your offer..." He is now really getting on my nerves. "And they have excepted it. Congratulations, the place is yours." In shock, I stare straight ahead as tears start to brim in my eyes.
"Thank you," I mumble.
"Can you come by tomorrow at noon to sign the papers?"
"Yeah sure. That can do."
"Than I will see you tomorrow."
"Bye." I let my hand drop to my lap and I look at mom. She places her hand on my other hand which rests on the table.
"It's okay darling, you will find a place." I shake my head. "Yes, you will."
"That's not what is going on. I actually got the place." Finally, the smile breaks through. "I actually own a restaurant in Monaco!" I scream and dad comes rushing in, his phone against his chest.
"You have it?!" I nod. "I am sorry, I have to go now, bye." I laugh at how rude my father was to the person on the phone. "I am so proud of you. Who knows, next year you might have your first Michelin star." I chuckle.
"Who knows."
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