Chapter 27: The Second Challenge
Chapter 27: The Second Challenge
Another incident?
Mr. Anderson froze for a moment, but then a shiver ran down his spine, and his eyebrows shot up. “That bastard is back again?”
The manager quickly shook his head, knowing exactly whom Mr. Anderson was referring to. “Not him. I don’t even know how to explain it. You need to see it for yourself!”
Mr. Anderson yanked off his apron and strode toward the main hall. But the moment he stood in the doorway, he… was stunned.
The restaurant was packed, yet at each table, there was only one person seated. The problem? Most of them had ordered no more than three bucks’ worth of food, and many had only spent two.
A breadbasket, an appetizer, or maybe a bowl of soup.
“I thought they’d leave quickly, so I didn’t bother notifying you,” the manager explained, “but they haven’t budged since they came in. Worse, they’re refusing to share tables, and now outside customers are leaving because we have no open seats.”
Mr. Anderson’s blood pressure surged. The restaurant had 17 tables, which meant they’d make less than 40 bucks for the entire lunchtime service!