The City Held Its Silence by Irel Knx 30

30 Something that could ruin it all 

“Who’s that with the manager?” I asked Mike as we looked in the direction they had 

gone. 

I’m not sure but he’s one of superiors of the company. I think he works closely with the CEO.” Mike explained. “He often comes in from time to time and inspects the place.” 

“Mmhmm, I see,” I replied. 

After the breakfast service was done and were about to start preparing tables for the lunch service the manager called us for a meeting. 

“Alright everyone I wanted to let you know that next week one of the higher ups of the company will be coming for lunch here for a meeting,” the manager informed us. “They’ll come here on either Wednesday or Tuesday, I’ll let you know but we have to ensure we present ourselves well and make a good impression!” 

“Yes, sir!” All the gathered restaurant workers said in unison. 

Was that what that man from earlier had come to talk to the manager about? I wondered. 

One of the higher ups I thought to myself. Did that mean someone from the Carrington family? We would be serving them? I thought to myself. I felt a little nervous at the fact. 

For the rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of meeting the Carringtons the following week. Growing up, my family and the Carringtons had been close. Back then the Carrington family was multimillion dollar company like my family’s business but after they grew to be a massive billion dollar corporation they fell 

Was it going to be the chairman of the Carrington company, Robert Carrington? I wondered. Or his son Robert Carrington jr., his soon to be successor? Robert senior actually has three children, another son and a daughter. However, it was his eldest son that would takeover the company in future. 

Aside from meeting them growing up, I had seen Robert jr and snr several times at events with Keith. If either of them came there was a high chance they would recognize me. The Carrington corporation and the Acland group were part of the top ten largest companies in the country so we would bump into each other more often than other socialites. Unlike the other socialites I had encountered at the restaurant 

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so far whom I only occasionally met at events with Keith, that’s why they didn’t recognize me immediately. 

If they recognised me what would that mean? Would I be able continue continue working here normally? 

I’d felt safe at work so far despite knowing the Carringtons were the owner because I never had imagined I’d ever interact with them. I was “low–level” worker. It was rare for workers at the bottom of a large cooperation to ever interact with the owners. I also knew that my coworkers and manager didn’t know who I was. 

None of my coworkers or the manager knew who I was because they didn’t know the world of socialites. Most working class people didn’t know. Successful business owners weren’t like celebrity actors or singers that constantly showed themselves to the world. I asked Mike, Megan and Josh and they didn’t even know what their bosses, the Carringtons, looked like. 

They only knew the manager and that superior who would come to inspect the business. I mean even I didn’t know the Carringtons owned the restaurant until I asked. So the lack of knowledge of business socialites is why I was able to apply for the job using my real name knowing manager likely knew nothing about the Aclands‘. Also why would they expect a billionaires wife would apply for a job as a waitress? That wouldn’t cross their minds. 

So with all that in mind, I thought I was in a safe little blind spot where I could work unrecognised at the restaurant. Neither by the owners or my coworkers. Now this lunch next week threatened it all. If it was either of the Roberts‘ that came and recognised me they might question why I’m working here. 

What if they call Keith and tell him to get me or something…I don’t know. But there was a chance they would would be uncomfortable with my presence and do something about it. Because why is a billionaires wife working at their restaurant which is a valued question. 

Which would completely ruin the ruin the plan I had going into this. I might have to find a new job. I had to find a way to through this. 

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I winced as the nurse drew blood from my right arm. 

“I’m almost done I promise,” the nurse said to me as she focused on gently holding my 

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arm as my blood went through the syringe tubing and into the plastic bag. 

“It’s alright, I told her. My hand gripped the armrest of the examination seat I sat on, harder so I wouldn’t have to think of the pain too much. Focusing my attention of the white ceiling of the hospital room also helped. 

“And that’s the last of it,” she said some minutes later letting me know it was over. She placed the second blood bag she’d drawn from me, on the table beside the examination chair. “So now we’ll send the blood to the lab and run several tests on it and inform you 

of the results.” 

“Alright,” I said in understanding. “And how long will it take to receive the results?” I 

asked her. 

“At least seven days,” she informed me. 

“Alright then thank you,” I then got up from my seat and left the room. 

It was a Saturday morning and I had gone early to the hospital to get a check up. I wanted to find out if they could discover the disease I would get in future. I had an MRI scan first so they see my organs and then they drew my blood afterwards. 

At first I wasn’t sure if I could afford the tests required but then I found out I was still registered under Keith’s health care plan. Luckily for me I didn’t have to 

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