Gabriel squeezed out a smile. âYou treat me too well, Mr. Faymon.â God save me...
âGood. Iâll be counting on you,â Curtis replied.
Alright Golf Club was rather far away from town. Hence, it took an hour of driving for Rayna to get there.
When she asked the person in charge there if Wyatt was around, he said Wyatt had left ten minutes ago after golfing with clients during the afternoon.
She cursed in her mind before driving to the club.
For the whole afternoon, she had been traveling from one location to another. She went from the Lopez residence to Lopez Group, Sanders Group, the golf club, and, finally, Wyattâs club. By the time she arrived, it was already half past seven in the evening.
The manager on duty that day recognized Rayna and relayed a piece of bad news to her. âMr. Lopez only dropped off his clients here and asked us to serve them. He left half an hour ago.â
I missed him! Again! Rayna was furious, but she still asked collectedly, âDo you know where he lives? Or if heâll return later during the night?â
âI donât know where he lives,â the manager answered. âOccasionally, heâll come over to chat with clients. When he doesnât, heâll ask the club to send them back home.â
She responded with enraged silence.
Sensing she was in a bad mood, he said, âYou seem to be searching for Mr. Lopez due to an urgent matter. How about you wait for him here? Iâll contact you once he arrives.â
âFine.â After running around for the whole afternoon, she was tired and hungry. âDo you have any seats left in the restaurant? I want to eat something.â
âYes, we do. Iâll take you there.â
Rayna ordered many dishes, including roast fish. Once her food was served, she dug in eagerly.
As she ate, she complimented the chef Wyatt hired in her mind. This fish is absolutely delicious, especially the sauce!
Halfway through her meal, a waiter rushed to her side and apologized, âIâm sorry, miss! The chef accidentally messed up the sauce and ruined the taste! Iâll change it for you right away!â
âIs it? I think itâs pretty great.â Rayna took another bite of the fish. âI even want to praise your chefâs skills because this is too good.â
âAh.â The waiter then asked carefully, âYou donât think it tastes too sour, miss?â
âNope!â
He felt like he had just asked a stupid question. Her expression didnât change at all when she took a bite, so why would she think the sauce tastes sour?
After he returned to the kitchen, the plump chef asked anxiously, âHow did it go? The customer wasnât angry, was she? Quickly, serve her this roast fish I have remade.â
âThereâs no need,â the waiter replied.
The chef took in a deep breath. âSheâs not filing a complaint against me, is she? Iâll apologize to her right away.â
As he spoke, he was about to bring the roast fish he had prepared out of the kitchen.
However, the waiter stopped him and delivered him a stack of cash. âThe customer said she loved the roast fish. This is the reward for you.â
âShe doesnât think it tastes sour?â It was then the kitchen helper approached them in shock. âI didnât notice I accidentally poured too much lemon juice into the sauce earlier. But when I did and tasted it, I thought it was so sour that my teeth were going to fall off!â
in response, the waiter shrugged. âShe didnât think it was sour, considering she took a bite in front of me without changing her expression.â
âDoes she have a problem with her sense of taste?â
âHer sense of taste is fine!â The waiter rolled his eyes at the kitchen helper. âAlso, she mentioned the sweet and sour ribs werenât sour enough and that she hopes the next time she orders it, itâll be less sweet. Got it?â
Rubbing his nose, the kitchen helper smiled. âThis lady has a really high tolerance for sourness, huh?â
âMaybe she just likes sour food.â When the waiter saw the chef counting the stack of cash, he placed his hand on the latterâs shoulder. âHow about you split half of the cash with me, and Iâll tell you who that customer is, Beau?â
âWho is she? Is she a food critic?â the chef asked.
Shaking his head, the waiter replied, âWhen I was returning here, I noticed the manager politely asking her what she thought about the food. So, I decided to ask around about her. Do you want to take a guess as to what I learned?â
âSheâs our future proprietress?â
âLast year, something big happened in this club. The boss got so mad that he fired everyone working on the second floor. You two know about this, right?â The waiter lowered his voice and acted mysterious. âThe one who almost had an accident is our ownerâs close friend and the clubâs second owner.â
The kitchen helper was confused. âWe know that, but how does this relate to the female customer?â
âA lot!â The waiter purposefully dragged out the last word to keep the other two hooked to the reveal. âThis lady is Mr. Faymonâs girlfriend! She visited the club a few times in the past with him.â
âReally?â
âIf you donât believe me, you can ask around yourself.â As the waiter spoke, he took half of the cash from the chefâs hand. âYouâd better serve Ms. Garland well and keep her happy, Beau, because thatâll make Mr. Faymon happy.â
The kitchen helper scratched his short hair and blurted, âSince she likes sour food so much, does this mean sheâs pregnant?â
In response, the waiter and the chef turned toward him.
The helper felt uncomfortable being stared at like that, so he grumbled, âMmm, that was what happened to my second sister-in-
law. When she was pregnant, she loved to eat sour and spicy food. Occasionally, my brother would ask me to cook for her. Even when I made extra spicy chicken for her, she thought it tasted fine. Think about it. Do normal people love sour food that much?â
âI think you may have a point.â The waiter agreed before patting the chefâs shoulder. âYou should prepare a few more dishes for Ms. Garland, Beau. Iâll deliver them to her later. I heard Mr. Faymon will also be visiting this place tonight.â
Nodding, the chef asked, âHow about you send the smoothie Iâve almost finished preparing to her?â
âWhoâs it for?â
âThe clients Mr. Lopez brought here,â the kitchen helper interrupted. âIâll prepare two more dishes for them later, so serve Ms.
Garland the smoothie. Sheâs pregnant, so we should be more attentive to her.â
âFine, fine. Just get it done quickly.â
A few minutes later, the waiter delivered Rayna the smoothie.
She was surprised. âDid you get my orders wrong? I didnât ask for a smoothie.â
âThe chef requested me to present it to you as thanks for liking his roast fish.â He spun a clever response on the spot. âThis smoothie was passionately prepared by the chef. Believe me when I say itâs delightfully tasty.â
Raynaâs appetite for the smoothie was roused when she took in the plain fragrance of the beverage. Without hesitation, she handed the waiter another stack of cash.
The smoothie had a simple taste, but she loved it the moment she took a sip.
After she finished her meal, she sat on her chair, unwilling to move.
As Rayna rested in the restaurant for a long time, she used her phone to take care of some stuff.
When it was nine at night, she asked for the manager. âIs Mr. Lopez back yet?â
âHe hasnât,â the manager replied. âThe clients had left, so I donât think Mr. Lopez will return tonight. Do you want me to send you back? Iâll notify you in advance if Mr. Lopez is visiting next time.â
âNo need. I drove here.â Rayna waved. Well, thereâs nothing I can do if Wyattâs not coming. Still, I had a fantastic meal here tonight, so Iâm feeling pretty good.
As she left the restaurant in her coat, she saw a few men being led into the club on the first floorâs corridor.
One of the men was someone she was familiar with.
âMr. Snyder,â she greeted.