Angela's Point of View
"Where is he?" The silver-haired guy was soon walking into the place looking like he was about to burn it all down.
"Mr. Devin ... how may we help you, sir...?" the manager went running helplessly to him like he was his hired servant. It was so hard to watch as I saw the man who had been bossing me around while he was about to be bossed around.
It was hard to watch but that made it even more worthy of watching as it was quite amazing just how the chain of command was.
"Mr. Simpson... not Devin. I don't know how many times I need to correct that before you get it." Devin was flaring up bad and was looking like he could unload on anyone who would dare come close to him.
"I'm sorry about that, Mr. Simpson..." The way the manager was so determined to calm him down made me wonder who exactly that Devin guy was. "What could I help you with?"
"I'm looking for Marcus..." the arrogance in his tone kept escalating with every single passing moment.
"Marcus...?" The manager mumbled cluelessly as he was trying to understand who that was. I couldn't help but to pity him as he was answering for something he knew nothing about.
"A red-haired man with pale skin..." Devin's description was quite awkward. I couldn't wait to see where things would be going from then on.
One of the female employees dressed in a plain white shirt, black skirt, and a bow tie came running to the manager like she was running to the rescue. She whispered something into his ears that made him cringe for a few seconds before he turned around to face Devin again.
"The man you're looking for is in the VIP section... but then, I hope there's no problem..." The manager was short of words as he was trying to keep his fear from being that obvious in front of his employees.
"This has nothing to do with you..." Devin said as he walked towards the door that had "VIP" hung over it in a digital signpost.
"Please... Mr Simpson... the last time you had one of these confrontations here, we lost big time... we advise you wait outside so we can bring the man to you and you could..."
Devin stopped and looked at the manager, causing him to stop dead in his tracks in his stuttering speech. Every one of the employees froze as Devin was looking at them with such inexplicable anger.
"How much did you lose...?"
"Mr. Simpson..." one of his men was trying to whisper some sense back into him, but he looked like he wasn't even going to consider it for once. "Maybe we should let them bring him out and-"
"Shut it, Jordan..." Devin said as he was soon turning around to hit him with a hard look on his face. He seemed like he was going to hit him until he returned his focus back to the manager who was almost with his knees shaking. "How much did you lose?"
"We lost about two million, but then we would be out of business if people feel unsafe in our place..." the manager seemed like he was on the brink of shedding tears.
There was a deafening silence as all the people seated in the place were watching the sight with a whole lot of intrigue. They were almost on the edge of their seats to know what was going to happen next from then on.
"What the heck are you looking at?" A voice suddenly snapped me out of the fictional world that I had been in for a couple of moments.
It was the woman who had tipped Marcus off, and she seemed like she didn't want anyone witnessing the manager's shame as he was being treated like the very opposite of what he was.
"Oh sorry I..." I tried to explain myself but it was useless.
"Get your ass back to work and make your hours count! You're late already." She started angrily as she stomped away. "There's an order at table forty..."
"Forty...?" At that moment, I could see just how large the whole place was. That meant I had even more space to cover. "Oh jeez..."
"Move it...! Quit standing around!" She yelled at me as I was trying to get the last glimpses of the action that was going on between Devin and the manager.
"Yeah... I'm on it..." I said as I ran to the counter where the tray had been kept with its contents ready.
Each table had a glowing sign to show its number. I soon spotted the table and it was across the room from where the confrontation was happening.
I walked carefully like I wasn't seeing anything at all. That way I would be able to steer clear of Devin looking like he was more than ready to go deal with anything that would dare to annoy him.
"You...!" Devin's voice startled me at once and that made me fear greatly as I was sure I was the one he was calling.
I turned and our eyes met. The long stare in his eyes was suddenly making my memory come alive as I was soon realizing that I had looked into those pairs of eyes before.
"There you are..." he muttered angrily as he looked like he had seen the person he had come there for. "You wretch..." he seemed to have remembered me from wherever it was we had our first meeting which wasn't that morning.
"You are..." I kept digging deep in my head until I found out where exactly I had seen him. I was almost screaming in fear as I recalled where I had known him from.
"Do you know her?" The manager asked as I was on the verge of exploding from the fear that was killing me slowly.
"I do..." he snarled. "Get her...!"
I impulsively let go of the tray and took to my heels. I was so done for.