Grubhub Man Novels & Stories

If his memory served him right, this CEO is just one of the many who was trying to get on his good side in hopes to grab some benefits to reach the top--or even surpass him. “What did that no-name man tell you? That looked pretty serious.” Another two-faced businessman, the president of the popular pub and hub in the country, President Hubar. His eyes averted to him, and then to the following men and some women in the circular table who were trying to pry on the conversation he had with Manuel. “I bet it’s just some sort of trivial thing.” His eyes stopped at the middle-aged man with narrow eyes, when he made his utterance. It was Chairman Granger of Freegal Corporation. Of all those people

I exit the doors, and there parks a sexy red G63 Mercedes and a handsome man wearing an expensive suit exits the car, locking eyes with me. Don't get your hopes up, that's Travis, the owner of the restaurant. "Afternoon, Zuri; I sure hope your shift was good," he says smirking. He leans on his car and eyes me. He thinks he can wow me with all this fancy shit. "Yeah, my shift was okay, I guess," I shrug. He nods and proceeds to open the car door for me. "No, Travis, for the 100th time, I'm taking an Uber," he looks at me, and folds his arms, smirking.

She grabbed the Chipotle bag from me eating away. "No eating on the job Ms. Yu." Snapped a man with a heavy British accent. I looked up seeing a handsome man who looked in his early twenties. He had dirty curly messy blonde hair sharp features and bright hazel eyes. "Andrei, I'm starving right now—" "I am Mr. Swansea to you, and I don't give a damn if you are hungry. The ice ball is in two days and I don't have time for this." He grabbed the Chipotle and throws it in the garbage can, then marched off.

"He doesn't usually do that?" "No, he leaves the small fries for his employees to handle but I guess he sees J&A's potential. I'm glad." A man probably in his early fifties walked into the restaurant, his secretary following behind him. He looked around in search of our table and I spotted him just then. I stood up and met him halfway. "I'm glad you could make out the time to see me. Thank you so much." "You're Andrew Sanchez?" He asked in a clear, rich voice.

He saw the potential in the market and prospects of Gopher Delivery Services. Philip’s face darkened as he asked, “Are you very rich?” “Haha, I’m not doing too bad. How about it? Name a price,” the old man said lightly. However, Philip’s next sentence made the old man scowl very unhappily. “I'm afraid you can't afford it,” Philip said. These words made the old man's expression crumble. He sneered and said, “Young man, do you know what you just said? Do you think that I, Fabian Tate, can’t afford a small food delivery company?”

why is she overreacting as if I just involved myself in an argument with a celebrity. I shook my head and ignoring her intense gazes starting to bake the cookie dough. " he is Mr Emir Blackiston, the famous savoury chef of the country and one of the owner of Yellow chillies" As soon as she said it, I froze in my position, I turned to meet her piercing gaze.. ok that's why she was pressing my hands to stop.. damn. Shanaya what did you do. "what... are you saying Manushi?? " I stammered at my own voice.

Seconds after she said that, a strong-looking and muscular man—who was wearing a pair of sunglasses—suddenly walked forward from behind Jenny before saying, “Oh? This brother here’s a master? With how thin he is, I’m sure he must be extremely skillful!” Obviously into fitness, the man then added, “I apologize for not noticing a peer earlier! Speaking of which, I’m the general manager of the Styraburgh Entertainment Club, and I’ve also been the champion of the Jenna Province Fighting Champion for three consecutive years in a row! Hahaha! Regardless, why don’t we shake hands since we’re peers?” After saying that, the man instantly straightened his neck, creating intimidating cracking sounds. S

I’m curious… They’re acting so damn weird. Is there something that I didn’t get? What? Only rich people can understand it? “Here is your order, sir. Once again we apologize.” Instead of the waitress, it was a male staff member that I think was the manager who brought Gavin’s food. I guess she was scared. I looked at Gavin’s food and saw that it was still the same but this time, there’s no tomato. Huh Does he hate tomatoes? He was glaring at his food before placing his utensils back on the table and picking up his coffee. Does he not like the food?

Now my head is almost spinning off its shoulders. "Right, er thank you. Thank you." I'm in shock. Why is that man going to all this trouble? I'm a nobody in his world right? Okay I can't hold back any longer. I stuff another pancake into my mouth and reach for my mobile and search for Sebastian Garcia, Santa Fe. Holy crap! I want to pick my jaw up off the floor at what I am reading.