Angel In The Club

CHAPTER 53

We turnt our backs instinctively as we saw Damian disembark the staircase to the ground level. I slowly swivel my head around so he wouldn't see me,as he went towards where the doorman was standing. He then retrieved his cell phone out of his pocket and seemed to answer a call. He then placed the device to his ears, while pacing back and forth and occasionally stopped to look out through the glass doors. He grew tired and weary it seemed of waiting for whatever or whoever, as he studiously mounted the stairs, no longer on his phone.

"If only we knew what he was talking about and to whom." I said wistfully.

"Are you being serious right now, modern day technology as made it so that we could absolutely hear what he was talking about, if we really wanted to."

"Are you talking about placing a bug on his clothes?

"Yes what else do you think, I'm referring to?"Amanda responded quirking her eyebrows at me.

"Mhmm... that would propel our operations, we aren't gathering any information this way."

"Probably he didn't want the guys up there hearing his conversation." Amanda said thoughtfully as she twirled the ice cubes around in her drink.

" It appeared he was waiting for someone by the door, he kept looking through the doors outside."

"Well most likely we'll see who it..." Amanda was then cut off by a deafening crash from behinds us. Our heads synchronized and I saw a young waitress currently peeling herself from the floor, with a slew of broken cutlery, fine China's and glasses. She fell in the vicinity of two tables and seemed to stumble over her own two feet, as there was nothing visibly blocking the way.

There was also a red stain blooming on her once impeccable white blouse, now.The old woman nearest to the scene of the accident scrunched up her nose in disgust at the girl, as she tried to pick up the mess. A male coworker came out with a broom and waste basket and they went about the business of eliminating the sharp pecks with proficiency.

After they both left, the girl came back out this time with a man, looking to be in his mid-fifties. They came to a halt at the miserable woman's table. The waitress seemed to be apologizing while the man stood with his hands severely folded. The huge, gold badge attached with his vest caught the luminous light of the chandelier above and glinted. It probably beared his name printed on it and the position, manager. He had the insufferable aura of someone that enjoyed the power it gave him to have reign over other people, he considered beneath him.

They dissipated and then the hostess a woman with the skin on her face as tight as sailor's knot, appeared beside us at the bar.

"Come this way we have a table available now." She said gesturing to us with a elegant sweep of her hands.

"Actually, I think I will just stay here for now." Amanda said still twirling her drink and smiling obviously trying to sell the woman on her contentedness with sitting at the bar.