Chapter Five
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We ended up gaping at each other outside the restaurant.
I hastily adjusted my eyeglasses and looked at him quizically.
"Why are you here?! Are you following me?!" I exclaimed and glared at him.
"Excuse me?" He asked and looked back at me with bored eyes. "Look miss, I do not know you. So let me pass."
He said and started walking towards our entrance door.
"Hep! Hep! Hep!" I yelled and stretched my arms attempting to block his way. "What are you saying?? Can't you see? We're closed! Are your eyes fine? Maybe you need eyeglasses?? We have a huge signage here. It says here that we are C-L-O-S-E-D, CLOSED. Do you understand??"
He dismissed my arms by turning it down but I was strong enough to hold my ground.
"Hey! Why are you so stubborn!" I asked stomping my feet in annoyance.
"Look miss. I do not know you. And am I your brother? Why call me kuya? We are not even related, for Pete's sake!" He shot back and ignored me, standing in front of him.
I was about to blow a remark to irritate him more but was distracted when Chef Barry found us in front of the restaurant.
"Onyx! Long time, no see, man!" Chef Barry exclaimed and gave him a brotherly hug when he opened our front door.
I felt my jaw hung open with the scene in front of me. I blinked in disbelief.
"Looks like you have met our assistant pastry chef? Clari is a diligent, young lady. I hope you two will get along." Chef Barry said and gave me a smile.
I instantly blushed and let my hands dropped to my sides.
"Oh. Is she?" Onyx, the annoying guy, smirked at me. "Beat me to it, then."
I raised an eyebrow at him. Mukhang chinachallenge ako nito ha.
"This is Onyx, Clari. He's the grandson of our CEO, Mr. Kalvin De Silva." Chef Barry said. "We're heading in. And it's getting late, won't you be going home? It's dangerous outside, iha." He asked.
"I'll get going too. Just getting some fresh air. Thanks, Chef Barry. I'll get in to locker room. " I said and left them at the lobby. I rolled my eyes at Onyx before I left.
Grandson of CEO, your face!
Gosh, Clari! You're still at work! Don't be unprofessional!
You don't want to be fired, right?!
I kept on mumbling my rants after I retrieved my bag from my locker and changed my clothes as I waited for the ride home.
My third day at work was so tiring!
Somehow, I'll get used to this.
Relax, self. Fighting!
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