CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
I cursed Niran under my breath as I scrubbed the plates with three other people who coincidentally happened to be students. The dirty looks they kept throwing towards me or how they whispered every time they thought I couldn’t hear them, were inescapable to my ears.
“This is yours, rich boy,” the only girl among the three spoke up, rudely pushing a stack of unwashed utensils towards me.
I glanced at the stack and then back at them. First day of work and they were treating me like that? Very typical. Except they were trying to mess with the wrong person. I took off the apron I was wearing, putting it on a hook.
“Where do you think you are going?” One of the guy asked.
I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, innocently holding it up,” To take a smoke. You
