Chapter 88 Undercover
I wonder if she has started suspecting me, Mia thought as she closed the door to her room.
She had invested a lot of time for Madam Paula to believe she was watching television dramas at that specific time of the day.
Two PM sharp!
Luciano and Andreas would be out, Madam Paula would either join her or go up to her room to rest. Isabella was out of the picture, in turn reducing her worries.
Thus, she just left the drama on to make it look like she was actually watching it.
Mia approached her bathroom, approaching the loose tile where she hid the burner phone.
She immediately dialed a number, as she and the anonymous caller had already scheduled a call for that time.
“Hello!”, Mia said into the phone, awaiting orders that followed.
“I hope you haven't forgotten your reason in the mansion?!”, The caller asked, Mia’s answer following immediately after.
“No! No I haven't!”
“Good then!
Very good!
Now pay attention…!”, the caller drawled as Mia brought the phone away for a brief moment.
Seeing that it was just a false alarm, she brought the phone back to her ear.
“...wrong?!”, Mia heard.
“What!? I didn't hear you!”, Mia inquired as she had taken the phone away from her ear for a brief moment.
“I wondered what was wrong!
I heard shuffling!”, the caller answered.
“Oh!
There was nothing!
I thought I heard someone coming!”, Mia replied as she sat on her toilet seat.
“Very well then!
In three days, an attempt would be carried out on Luciano.
Keep the phone close at all times!”, the person ordered.
Hearing the news, Mia didn't seem to be bothered as she was in on the cause.
She basically had been waiting for a strike , she just didn't know if it was THE strike yet.
“Alright then!”, Mia said, hearing the multiple beeping tone, as the call was cut from the other end.
Having no intentions of being caught, She returned the phone back to the hiding spot and walked back to the living room like she hadn't just made plans to unalive a man, her boss at that.
“What’s wrong?!”, Celia asked Isabella as she saw her scrunch up her face as she walked back to the counter.
After a whole week following the traumatizing event that threatened her life, Isabella resumed back to work.
It was all going good till a customer walked in, and Isabella couldn't tolerate the smell of his perfume.
“Nothing! I need you to help me get the order!”, Isabella said, going back to the restroom as a bile had formed in her throat.
Quickly suspending the mid day calculations she was doing, Celia rushed to the customer to get his order and discreetly look at what may have irritated Isabella.
All the while, Isabella couldn't exactly pinpoint what was going on as she kept washing her face.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable and had to ask to be excused.
So much for going smoothly, Isabella thought as her four day no discomfort streak was cut short by the smell of the customer’s perfume.
Isabella looked up as she heard the door shut close, Celia looked at her, concerned as that was the first time that happened in the whole of the day.
“I think this is a pregnancy thing!”, Celia said as she passed her tissue.
“Yeah!”, Isabella weakly said as she wondered how she was going to go through with her day.
“I already completed the order, we just need to serve the food when it's ready!”, Celia said, patting Isabella's back.
“Would you like anything!?!” Celia asked, wondering how she could relieve Isabella of the discomfort she was going through.
“I'll be fine! Let's get going…!”, Isabella drawled as they heard the bells attached to the door ring.
“... See! Customers keep walking in!”, Isabella finished as both ladies went back to their work posts.
Briefly apologizing for the excuse earlier, the ladies went about their jobs, doing the necessary as they completed the orders and served the dishes.
Cleaning up a table, Isabella looked up as the kitchen bell was rung, it seemed like an order was ready.
However, between walking to the counter and carrying the tray for the table designated, Isabella hoped the bile in her throat wouldn't form again.
Bracing herself by taking steady breaths, Isabella approached the table, dreading the fact that the bile was slowly forming.
“Here's your order sir!”, Isabella said as she gently set out the plate irrespective of how irritated she felt.
She honestly didn't know why the perfume irritated her, or why her body couldn't tolerate that specific perfume, but she had to stay by the table longer than earlier as the customer ordered for a specific arrangement.
The customer remained oblivious to Isabella's struggle to keep herself from throwing up.
Regardless, she lost the struggle as the customer’s phone call was interrupted by the warm remnants of Isabella's doughnuts followed by a nasty ‘bleurgh’ sound.
“Fastidioso!”, the man exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.
“What is this!?!?!?!?!”, he exclaimed, cutting the call.
Quickly swallowing, Isabella cleaned her mouth with the back of her palms, utterly disappointed with what she had done.
“I'm so sorry sir! I couldn't control it!”, Isabella spoke honestly as she snatched paper towels off the table to clean up the man's lap.
“Get off of me you wimp! Is this how you manage your restaurant!?
Going about throwing up on all your customers?!?!”, the man asked angrily as she whimpered.
Seeing the commotion, Celia quickly got a mop to come clean the mess up as she knew Isabella felt too much at that specific moment.
“We’re so sorry sir!”, Celia said, slightly pushing Isabella to the direction of her restroom to clean herself up.
“It's fine everyone, she wasn't feeling too good!” Celia quickly said as she tried to calm the rest of the customers.
Going around the vomit, the man continued to curse as he angrily left the restaurant.
“How irritating!”, The man huffed as he aggressively banged the door behind him.
Celia quickly cleaned the mess as she took notice of customers dropping their food.