“Who’s that with the manager?” I asked Mike as we looked in the direction they had gone.
I’m not sure but he’s one of superiors of the company. I think he works closely with the CEO.” Mike explained. “He often comes in from time to time and inspects the place.”
“Who’s that with the manager?” I asked Mike as we looked in the direction they had gone.
I’m not sure but he’s one of superiors of the company. I think he works closely with the CEO.” Mike explained. “He often comes in from time to time and inspects the place.”
“Mmhmm, I see,” I replied.
After the breakfast service was done and were about to start preparing tables for the lunch service the manager called us for a meeting.
“Alright everyone I wanted to let you know that next week one of the higher ups of the company will be coming for lunch here for a meeting,” the manager informed us. “They’ll come here on either Wednesday or Tuesday, I’ll let you know but we have to ensure we present ourselves well and make a good impression!”
“Yes, sir!” All the gathered restaurant workers said in unison.
Was that what that man from earlier had come to talk to the manager about? I wondered.
One of the higher ups I thought to myself. Did that mean someone from the Carrington family? We would be serving them? I thought to myself. I felt a little nervous at the fact.
For the rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of meeting the Carringtons the following week. Growing up, my family and the Carringtons had been close. Back then the Carrington family was multimillion dollar company like my family’s business but after they grew to be a massive billion dollar corporation they fell
Was it going to be the chairman of the Carrington company, Robert Carrington? I wondered. Or his son Robert Carrington jr. , his soon to be successor? Robert senior actually has three children, another son and a daughter. However, it was his eldest son that would takeover the company in future.
Aside from meeting them growing up, I had seen Robert jr and snr several times at events with Keith. If either of them came there was a high chance they would recognize me. The Carrington corporation and the Acland group were part of the top ten largest companies in the country so we would bump into each other more often than other socialites. Unlike the other socialites I had encountered at the restaurant so far whom I only occasionally met at events with Keith, that’s why they didn’t recognize me immediately.
If they recognised me what would that mean? Would I be able continue continue working here normally?
I’d felt safe at work so far despite knowing the Carringtons were the owner because I never had imagined I’d ever interact with them. I was “low-level” worker. It was rare for workers at the bottom of a large cooperation to ever interact with the owners. I also knew that my coworkers and manager didn’t know who I was.
None of my coworkers or the manager knew who I was because they didn’t know the world of socialites. Most working class people didn’t know. Successful business owners weren’t like celebrity actors or singers that constantly showed themselves to the world. I asked Mike, Megan and Josh and they didn’t even know what their bosses, the Carringtons, looked like.
They only knew the manager and that superior who would come to inspect the business. I mean even I didn’t know the Carringtons owned the restaurant until I asked. So the lack of knowledge of business socialites is why I was able to apply for the job using my real name knowing manager likely knew nothing about the Aclands’. Also why would they expect a billionaires wife would apply for a job as a waitress? That wouldn’t cross their minds.
So with all that in mind, I thought I was in a safe little blind spot where I could work unrecognised at the restaurant. Neither by the owners or my coworkers. Now this lunch next week threatened it all. If it was either of the Roberts’ that came and recognised me they might question why I’m working here.
What if they call Keith and tell him to get me or something…I don’t know. But there was a chance they would would be uncomfortable with my presence and do something about it. Because why is a billionaires wife working at their restaurant which is a valued question.
Which would completely ruin the ruin the plan I had going into this. I might have to find a new job. I had to find a way to through this.
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I winced as the nurse drew blood from my right arm.
“I’m almost done I promise,” the nurse said to me as she focused on gently holding my arm as my blood went through the syringe tubing and into the plastic bag.
“It’s alright,” I told her. My hand gripped the armrest of the examination seat I sat on, harder so I wouldn’t have to think of the pain too much. Focusing my attention of the white ceiling of the hospital room also helped.
“And that’s the last of it,” she said some minutes later letting me know it was over. She placed the second blood bag she’d drawn from me, on the table beside the examination chair. “So now we’ll send the blood to the lab and run several tests on it and inform you of the results.”
“Alright,” I said in understanding. “And how long will it take to receive the results?” I asked her.
“At least seven days,” she informed me.
“Alright then thank you,” I then got up from my seat and left the room.
It was a Saturday morning and I had gone early to the hospital to get a check up. I wanted to find out if they could discover the disease I would get in future. I had an MRI scan first so they see my organs and then they drew my blood afterwards.
At first I wasn’t sure if I could afford the tests required but then I found out I was still registered under Keith’s health care plan. Luckily for me I didn’t have to
It was a Saturday morning and I had gone early to the hospital to get a check up. I wanted to find out if they could discover the disease I would get in future. I had an MRI scan first so they see my organs and then they drew my blood afterwards.
At first I wasn’t sure if I could afford the tests required but then I found out I was still registered under Keith’s health care plan. Luckily for me I could get all the tests done with no issue.
In my past life when I got tested after I started feeling sick, the results said multiple of my organs were failing. However, they didn’t know why. They told me that by that point it was too late whatever had caused my sickness had done too much damage to identify the cause. Hopefully, this time with frequent testing perhaps they could discover the first organ that would fail and hence the cause before too much damage had been done.
Leaving the examination room I found Tony in the waiting area just outside the room.
He was playing video games on a tablet. “Shall we go?” I asked him when I reached him. He looked up from his tablet at me and nodded. On the seat beside him was a large bag which I picked up slung over my shoulder. I thanked the lady by the reception near by for keeping an eye on him and we left.
“What did the doctor say?” Tony asked.
” Nothing yet, it’s just a check up they’ll give me the results later.” I reminded him.
At first I wanted to leave Tony at home not wanting to bore him with the hospital visit. However, he insisted on coming. He said that it was fine even if it was boring as long as he got to spend time with me. I was touched by that. It made me feel even worse for all the times I had left him at home to go try to speak with Keith.
I wondered how Tony was doing at school. Like I always asked him everyday after school and he always gave the same answer, that he was fine. However, was that really the truth?
He didn’t come home with any visible bruises after that day and seemed happy when he was with me.
However, I remembered what he had said to me in the hospital the day I died. “School was hell but it would have been better if you were there for me!”
Was he just pretending to be alright so I didn’t have to worry? He was very capable of that. I was worried that, that was the case. I internally sighed why did children have to make parents worry so much.
We made our way down the hallway from the examination room and reached the elevator. Upon reaching the ground floor Tony and I walked through the hospital entrance hall and headed towards the hospital exit. Where I saw a familiar man run past me. I looked behind, my eyes following the man.
Is that Mike? I thought to myself. It sure looked like him. I wonder why he’s here I thought to myself. Had he not been running I would have greeted him.
Tony and Is next task after this was to care of what was in the bag I held. Inside were many of the luxury goods Diana had bought. I planned to sell them off and get the money back.We went to the first of many accessory pawn shops I would be going to. Hopefully I would be done before the late afternoon.
By the early afternoon we were done and I had made a total of 20,000(USD) back. I was happy. I’d sell the rest of the stuff the next and make the full 50,000. There was a lot I could do with 50,000. I could invest it in something and make even more money. Way better than relying on Keith and Diana.
I had lunch with Tony at a fast food place. Ironically, one that was owned by the Carringtons.
I was still a little worried about the lunch with the higher up this coming week but at least if things went south I had a back up plan with the 50000. But I was hoping if they did recognize me they would just judge and look down on me like all other socialites. I wanted to keep all my options open and still have a job.
After lunch Tony and I went back home to refresh for bit then left again. We went to a nearby park we didn’t have enough time to do a big activity like the last few weekends but I wanted to do something with him nonetheless. Tomorrow wasn’t ideal because we had to clean up the house, reset and prepare for the week. I also wanted to start looking into divorce lawyers.
“Mum, follow what I’m doing,” Tony said to me as skillfully cycled around me with his his bicycle.
I on the other hand was on the ground my bicycle pitifully laying beside me. I rubbed ,y back on the spot I had fallen on.
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