Chapter 2 FIX UP YOUR MESS

Ojo's POV

A waitress came to take my order and after ordering she made me wait a whole thirty minutes for my food. Just imagine how slow the service was.

After bringing my food I noticed my order was not correct. "Hey, come back here! Is this what I ordered?"

"Sir we had to modify your meal since you are allergic to seafood."

"Did I ask you to do that? What if I wanted to die today? Is it your business? Take this thing and make my original dish."

"Sir I can't take it back. You are allergic to seafood. We don't want a bad review like the other restaurants that served you seafood."

"Are you mad? I'm telling you to get me my original dish and you are making your own decisions here. Get me your manager. Now!"

" I'm sorry about the mix up but that was what we were instructed to do by the owner of the restaurant." We went back and forth for a few minutes before I got so mad at this tiny rat.

I picked up the pitcher of water and doused her in it.

"I WILL CLOSE DOWN THIS RESTAURANT. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? MESSING UP MY ORDER BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU KNOW BETTER BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. NONE OF YOU DO. IF I SAY I WANT TO EAT FISH YOU WILL GIVE ME THE DAMN FISH AND IF I FALL DOWN AND DIE IT'LL BE ON YOU FOR MESSING UP. YOU BETTER PRAY I DO NOT SUE EVERY ONE OF YOU IN THIS LOW CLASS RESTAURANT. YOU ARE NOT EVEN WORTHY OF FEEDING SOMEONE OF MY CALIBER!" I screamed at her, attracting attention to my table causing the head chef to come from the kitchen.

"Sir please calm down. We apologize for the mixup and we will redo your meal."

"I don't want an apology from you, I want it from her. That ugly thing there," I told him pointing and leering at the soaking wet waitress.

She looked up timidly and apologized for the mixup while picking up the dishes I threw on the floor. She looked good on her knees before me.

The head chef apologized profusely again and said he would make my meal and bring it out himself.

"I hope you know I'm not paying a cent for anything in this place because you have wasted my time already." He nodded and left with the waitress.

They brought out my food and I took my time eating, knowing I wasn't paying them a dime.

I headed back to the office since my secretary alerted me that my dad was looking for me. I stepped Into the office to see eyes all on me like I was a clown, "You guys don't have work or what? Why are you looking at me?" I marched into my office only to find my father in my chair waiting for me.

"Dad, good morning sir. Why are you in my office? And on my chair too? You don't like your office again?" I tried to crack a joke with him but his face was all stern.

"Ojo sit down." I sank into the visitor's chair and waited to hear what he planned on lecturing me about again today.

"Ojo have I not provided everything for you in this life? So why do you still go ahead dragging our family name through the mud? Get married, you blatantly refused. Instead you go around sleeping your way through every skirt and being rude to employees that are out there to make your life easy. Today you have successfully injured yet another staff member and your secretary had to go to the hospital for the burns that you inflicted on her. I keep covering up and paying bills so that you don't land in prison." he said while pacing back and forth.

My father was an imposing figure even as he was getting old, he still terrified me but I was not one to back down.

"Dad, I never asked you to pay anything on my behalf. Nobody has the guts to come and get me arrested. We own this town. In fact this whole city belongs to us so what's the problem? It's just for me to enjoy my life till I die."

"oh I shouldn't pay bills for you? Fine. Fix this one yourself then" he said with mockery in his voice.

He picked up the TV remote and turned it on. The picture on the screen made me want to vanish and never be found.

The headline read "PLAYBOY BILLIONAIRE ASSAULTS FORMER CHIEF JUDGE'S DAUGHTER;DOUSES HER WITH WATER AFTER SLIGHT MISUNDERSTANDING."

My father laughed at my face. "Daddy please help me fix this one please. I'm not going to be able to escape this one please." I stood up and begged him, holding his shoulders.

He held me by my arms and shook me gently and said, "My son, this one you will fix it all by yourself. I spoiled you too much but it's high time you started facing the consequences yourself." He then walked out of the office leaving me in serious confusion.

This news could make us lose money in the company if investors start pulling out because of my mistake. Worse, I was supposed to take over in a year, but now everybody was going to back out of deals.

For once in my life I felt remorseful and regretted my actions. I sat at my desk and just watched the video play over and over on different channels. Next, they interviewed eyewitnesses who described the whole scene. Labeling me the bad guy and the waitress a hero,painting her in glorious light like she saved a thousand people.

I needed to figure out what to do soon to avoid backlash from the company because mum would kill me when she comes back from her vacation to Maldives to hear this story.

I called up my lawyer and publicist so we could start brainstorming on what to do. After hours of deliberating and arguing it was agreed that I should get married to the waitress, Morenike.