Billionaire s Surrogate In Love

Vivienne POV

“How dare you steal huh…you are pathetic. I raised you, but you stole from us!” A loud yell erupted throughout the place, causing an uproar as countless people rushed out of their room to see what was happening. It frequently happens that people steal. The matrons got upset, then trouble came. The sight was sickening even to the adults who stood in corners watching with their faces half-covered.

“flog her until she bleeds!” another female voice roared, causing even those standing away to flinch from fear. They were scared to even get close to their opinions.

“No…please…stop it…sobs…hiccups…I…didn't do it” A small cry echoed out throughout the open space and into the darkest of night, it would have been better if she was heard, unfortunately, the beatings got even severe.

“She dares to steal, she dares to waste my money…flog her!”

“No!”

“Come on Vivid...sleeping during working hours…this is impossible” I was jerked back to reality by the slamming of a tray on the counter I was leaning on and like a confused person I slowly lifted my head to look around, lost and confused and yes, I was at work.

Damn it!

“Here… tables three and six are waiting”Cassy shoved a few orders in my hands and walked away, heading back outside. I sighed as I scanned the small white papers in my hand and knew I had to work. I must have been so tired that I fell asleep during work, but who would blame me when I spent the entire day training like a maniac back at school?

“Thanks…what else can I get for you?”I said as I served our customers who ordered plates full of ribs, some children's food, and other delicacies our restaurant and bar had to offer. The bald man shook his head and waved me off as if I were nothing.

“Who served this? Who served this, tell me!” While trying to walk away, I heard a woman yelling, I quickly grew alert and glanced at table seven and a woman was on her feet shouting. Two of us rushed to her, hoping nothing went wrong.

"Madam…any problem?”I was the first to reach there and asked her, hoping she would lower her voice and not attract the attention of others having their meal.

“This isn't what I ordered…at least I ordered eight pieces of chicken, but I can only see five!” The lady yelled again, shoving the place full of grilled chicken in my face so that I had to back away from her. She seemed angry, but we were used to such people.

“This drink is hot…I asked for a cold drink…but you are pathetic!” she shouted at me, fisted the front of my shirt and started shaking me violently. People around started watching and Casey, my co-worker, rushed to my aid.