A NIGHT WITH THE CRAZY CEO

Chapter 1

•BRIANNA•

I was at my workplace, a restaurant, where I was working an afternoon shift. I was in the kitchen, watching my colleague and my best friend, Cherry, running around in the kitchen while trying to put something together for the customers to eat.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help, Cherry?” I asked her for the umpteenth time.

“Yes, Bri, I’m sure. I don’t want Mrs. Manager to yell at you if she sees you assisting me.” She replied and returned to cooking while I sat, quietly watching her do her thing.

“Brianna! Why are you sitting around instead of taking customers’ orders?!” I heard the manager’s loud voice, and I shivered in fear. I was in trouble.

“Oh shit! This is not going to be good.” I thought as I braced myself for what she would say. The manager hates it when we, the employees, sit around when there are no customers in the restaurant. She prefers it if we keep ourselves busy by doing some resourceful things.

But we need rest too, don’t we? She gets to sit in her air-conditioned office while we run around serving rude customers. It’s not fair.

“The restaurant is almost empty, and I have attended to the people here, so I thought I would rest for some minutes,” I replied, nervously answering her question.

“We don’t rest while working here! How many times will I tell you that?” She snapped like a rabid dog.

“Sorry, ma’am.” I apologized even though I didn’t mean it one bit.

“Some important customers just came in; attend to them and take their orders. Be on your best behavior.” She said it with an authoritative tone, and I nodded politely.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

I took my notepad and pen, then walked out of the kitchen and over to the new customers occupying one of the tables.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen. My name is Brianna, and I’ll be your waitress for today. What will you be having this afternoon?” I asked the two breathtakingly gorgeous men with a professional smile. If I were one of those girls who swoon over handsome men, I would be drooling like a high school girl.

“I would like to have a plate of pasta Carbonara with a bottle of your best red wine.” The first guy said, and I bobbed my head. I jotted it down and faced the second guy, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted to order, but he kept mute.

“What would you like to have, Sir?” I asked the other guy as I began to feel impatient, but he kept quiet and acted like I wasn’t talking to him. I was about to say something when the first guy told me to get the quiet man the same thing he ordered but that they would share the bottle of wine.

I bobbed my head and returned to the kitchen to get their order. I told the cook what they ordered, and he began to prepare it. After a few minutes, their order was ready, so I arranged everything on a tray and went to serve them.

As I walked back to their table and got closer, I tripped over my leg, and all the contents in the tray flew in the air. Some of the creamy pasta fell on the quiet guy as he sat just a few feet from where I fell. I gasped in shock as he stood up angrily, and I knew that I was in deep shit. His face looked comical, and if I weren’t in trouble, I would have laughed.

•ADRIAN•

I furiously got up from my seat when the hot pasta burned my skin. I looked at my white shirt and saw that the pasta cream had stained it. I was already in a bad mood because my best friend, Manuel, forced me here to grab a bite while sorting out some crucial files. This clumsy waitress just had to ruin my mood. I walked over to where she was and dragged her up from the floor while holding her arm tightly, leaving red hand prints on her surprisingly flawless skin.

“Let me go!” The waitress yelled.