Chapter 207 Delivery Person!
Just then, Grace's phone rang.
She answered, "Hello, Noah's BBQ."
"What the heck is going on?!" a furious voice barked. "Where's my barbecue? The app says the driver picked it up five minutes ago! Why isn't it here yet?!"
"I'm so sorry, sir. You ordered quite a bit, and we're a little swamped right now. Just give me two more minutes; the steak will be ready. The driver will have it at your hotel within half an hour," Grace said, her voice tight with stress.
"Half an hour?! Fine, half an hour! But if it's not here by then, I'm leaving a one-star review! You get a bad review, the driver gets a bad review, and I'm not even eating it. I'll throw the whole thing out! What kind of a place makes a customer wait this long?!" the voice raged.
A woman's voice could be heard in the background, "Honey, relax. It's just barbecue."
"Sir, I promise we'll get it to you as soon as possible…" Grace pleaded.
The caller hung up before she could finish.
Two minutes later, the order was packed and ready.
"Sorry for the wait," Grace said, handing the package to the delivery driver.
"Just hoping I don't get a bad rating," the driver sighed. "You get the occasional customer like that. Real sticklers for leaving bad reviews and filing complaints."
He placed the barbecue in his car's trunk and pulled away from the curb.
But he'd barely gone a few feet when a loud thud echoed, followed by the hiss of escaping air. His front tire had gone flat.
The driver stared in disbelief, his face draining of color. "Are you kidding me? A flat tire now? Of all the…!"
He slumped onto the curb, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm screwed! That guy's gonna kill me with a bad review! My performance rating, my bonus… Oh, man!"
"Oh no!" Grace exclaimed, her face falling. "There's a garage just down the street. Maybe you can get it fixed quickly."
"Even if I do, I'll be late. I'm definitely getting a bad review on this one," the driver said, his voice choked with despair.
"I'll deliver it," Noah said, stepping forward.
"You will?" The driver looked up, surprised.
"Yeah, I'll drive it over. Don't worry, I'll make it on time," Noah nodded.
"Thank you so much, sir!" The driver's face lit up, wiping his tears gratefully.
"No problem, happy to help." Noah picked up the barbecue. The delivery slip read: The Grand Horizon Hotel, Room 2108, Mr. Winchester.
"I'll head over now. You get that tire taken care of," Noah said to the driver.
Noah got in his car, pulled up the GPS on his phone, placed the barbecue on the passenger seat, and checked the time.
Estimated delivery time: 8:51 PM. It was 8:30 PM. Twenty-one minutes. He could make it, even early.
"Such a good guy. Bless his heart," the delivery driver muttered, watching Noah drive away.
At 8:45 PM, Noah arrived at the Grand Horizon Hotel.
He grabbed the barbecue and entered the elevator, pressing the button for the 21st floor.
At 8:48 PM, he stood outside Room 2108.
"Made it," Noah breathed a sigh of relief. The driver wouldn't get a bad review after all.
He knocked. "Hello, delivery!"
"Hold on! Stop yelling! I'll get it when I'm done!" an impatient voice shouted from inside, followed by the muffled sounds of a woman moaning.
Noah frowned, waiting for about five minutes before he heard footsteps approaching.
The door opened, revealing a young man in loose pajamas that showcased his toned abs. He was handsome, with a stylish air that likely attracted plenty of female attention.
"Gideon?" Noah asked, surprised.
He recognized the man from their dinner at the Majestic Suite.
Gideon stared, equally stunned. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Moneybags!"
He clearly remembered Noah, the guy who'd devoured ten pounds of caviar and that ridiculously expensive fish, costing him over a million dollars.
Gideon still harbored resentment. He hadn't retaliated because Noah had displayed some surprising skills back at the Majestic Suite. Even Maxwell had treated him with respect and given him an expensive gift. Noah clearly had connections.
Revenge might be messy.
"Wait a second!" Gideon noticed the barbecue in Noah's hands and burst out laughing. "Noah, aren't you the Majestic Suite big shot? A VIP member? What are you doing delivering food?"
Noah's expression hardened. "Here's your order."
Gideon took the bag and checked the time, his face turning sour. "You're late, you loser. Two minutes late. You're getting a bad review!"
"Late? I'm not late. I knocked at 8:48, three minutes early," Noah said calmly. "If you hadn't made me wait outside, it wouldn't have been an issue."
"You think you can argue with me, you lowlife?" Gideon snarled. "I say you're late, you're late! You're getting a one-star review, and there's nothing you can do about it!"
He sneered, his face full of contempt. "What a poser. I don't know why Maxwell gave you the time of day, but right now, you're nothing but a delivery boy! Get ready for a bad review! And that barbecue joint, too!"
"What's taking so long, Gideon? The food's here; bring it in," a puzzled voice called from inside the room.
Footsteps approached, and a woman in a bathrobe appeared. She was tall, with a striking face and a generous display of cleavage.
"Evelyn?" Noah was taken aback. He hadn't expected to see her with Gideon.
"Noah? Is that you?!" Evelyn exclaimed, equally surprised. "You… you're delivering food?"
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