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Ignoring Chase, Zara kept pressing on. She felt if she had the chance, she would be able to change the restaurant for better and she would stop at nothing until her request was granted.

"Can you just stop it already?" She yelled at Wembley who was scowling at her.

"You're rude, we don't want you working here." He snapped at her, wrapping his hands across his chest.

"Really? I only pointed out your mistakes to you and as it should be, you're supposed to make corrections instead of making a fuss about it."

"Correction you mean? The last time I checked, no one asked you for that."

While they were arguing, Chase plopped on the chair, his gaze never leaving Zara even for once.

Since she had proved herself without him asking, he felt that he needed her and at the same time he was skeptical about the whole thing because of her family.

"They're going to try and ruin everything if they find out about this." He said more to himself but everyone heard what he had said.

"Boss, what did you say?" Zara asked, closing the gap between them.

"I wasn't speaking to you." Now on his feet, he said walking towards the counter and then returned with a tag bearing the inscription Staff.

After pinning it against her dress, he stepped backwards and with his hands tucked in his pocket said, "She is now one of us."

"Chase!" Wembley called with an alarmed tone.

"Let's talk later."

"But…"

"I don't want to be a mere staff." Zara interrupted, inviting a brief silence into their midst. Everyone's eyes were probing her, waiting for her to speak up but she left them in suspense.

After what seemed like forever, she cleared her throat, "Make me the manager."

"What are you talking about, have you lost it?" Wembley snapped at her. The embarrassment she had caused him that evening was making him act overboard.

"Fine, you're the manager."

"Yes!" She grinned, fist pumping the air as excitement raked through her. Wembley on the other hand was fuming non stop. He was angry that Chase didn't just employ her, he made her the manager on her request.

"I'm Jasper, the cook." Jasper said, stepping forward with his hand stretched towards her.

"You made that food?"

"Uhm… yeah." He nodded with a little smile.

"It was bland." She snapped, making the smile disappear completely. Maurice on the other hand was giggling, he had asked Jasper not to make a move but he went against his words.

"If you keep working here, you need to change your appearance, you look like a tout." She said to Maurice who immediately charged towards her but Chase pulled him backward.

"Zara, it's enough. Go home now and resume tomorrow."

"Boss…"

"You heard me." Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her purse off the table and with heavy footsteps, she stormed off, leaving them behind.

Once she was gone, Wembley grabbed Chase shoulder and then swirled him in his direction.

"What did you think you just did?"

"She looks promising."

"Promising you say? Fine, I agree with that but… I can't stand her presence. She is a sassy girl and… I might end up slamming her head against the wall." He grinned, plopping on a seat.

"She is rude but… I think I'm already looking forward to working with her." Jasper said while Maurice scoffed, taking his gaze off the screen of his phone. He had been looking at his reflection but hadn't seen anything that made him look like a tout.

"Chase, are you certain you made the right choice?" Wembley asked. He had set his resentment aside and now he was referring to her family. He didn't want anything that would get him involved with the Bernard's.

"I will handle it." He replied. Snapping his head upwards, he turned towards Maurice who was still looking at his reflection.

"Hey man, you shouldn't think much about her words but you do look like a tout." His words made the others burst into a loud laughter while Maurice had his head bent to the ground.

"It's alright man but she's right. Fix your hair and stubble, you'll be alright." Chase said, patting his back.

"Thank you boss."

"What about my cooking, is it bland?" Jasper asked, with his eyes a bit widened.

"Nope."

Resting against the wall with his hands across his chest, Wembley muttered, "I wonder how working with her would be. I hope I don't lose my sanity."

"How much profit did we make today?" Chase asked, switching the topic.

"Two percent better than yesterday. We keep going around in circles." He replied.

"Let's see how things turn out to be after this."

On reaching home, he wanted to slide into his bedroom when Zara appeared in front of him with her hands crossed on her chest.

"Hey… I was going to tell you…"

"Fine… we already settled that back there. I just want to know how you got so much money to set up that restaurant. It doesn't look like a start-up business." She shrugged.

"Have you been running that restaurant while still under my mother and sister?"

"No… I just started it…"

"Whoa! You have a lot of money stacked up then." Chuckling, she hit her palms together, grinning like a maniac while he just looked on, wondering what she was up to.

"I don't need to ask if you're running on a loss over there." She pressed her lips into a thin line and after tying her hair into a rough bun, she said, "You helped me first, it's time to repay you."

"Repay me, what for?"

"Agreeing to marry me off from that hell hole I call home. If you have the account statement with you, I would like to have a look."

Chase was skeptical for a while. Sensing this, she stepped backwards and with her hands tucked into her pockets, she leaned forward, "I major in business, you can trust me with it."

"Your family?"

"They will only find out about this if you decide to tell them." She shrugged.