Time Travel To Meet The Prince
Meet in the cafeteria

"Next night at nine? All right, we'll get the place ready. Don't worry Mr. Giracol."

Julian who was preparing his work uniform, immediately looked up when he heard the clan was very familiar in his life. His own name is 'That's dad, or someone else who happens to be surnamed huh,'

Plok. The owner clapped his hands twice, calling his employees on duty with a smile. Of course after completing an important call from prospective customers "Later tonight there is a job from a textile company. They asked for a special room for an impromptu meeting. It just so happens that he's my friend, so we'll just set up the place at the top, please immediately, because at nine they'll come."

"And as for Julian, because tonight's your first job, I hope you'll do well" Cassandre said, reassuring his young new employee "You've got an explanation of the work procedure from the lead waiter, right?"

Julian nodded, the explanation and work rules that had been explained by the lead waiter felt too easy for him. Just record the order and give it to the kitchen, then after the cuisine is ready, it can be served to the customer who ordered.

"Good, to save time, we should start working from now on. Uh, this is so sudden. Good thing this time the customer is my friend."

After the other employees went to their respective tasks, Julian was still silent on the spot. He approached his superiors hesitantly "Sorry madam, if you may know the customer is Mr. Eren Girasol from the textile company pavirona?"

"Yes, he's an old friend of mine. You recognize him?- uh, your margaret Girasol right?" Cassandre was surprised at his own words, why he did not realize Julian had the same clan as the owner of a famous textile company.

"Ah, we're just distant brothers. Very far. I'm sorry, ma'am, "Julian immediately went to the upstairs room to help clean up.

Leaving Cassandre pensive in front of the cashier "If it's not wrong, Mr. Eren has a son, right, Julian's face looks a bit like his."

...---...

"Ashee, Jordan, Merdeli, Julian, Faren, Yves, and Caleena. You specifically serve the special customer, while the others remain below, serving regular customers later."

The men and women who were neatly lined up in apron-white uniforms, nodded in unison. After being invited, everyone immediately returned to duty. Exactly at nine or less five minutes, some special customers began to arrive, and immediately directed to the upper room, there are also ordinary customers, choosing a place in the main room indoor or outdoor.

"Hey, why are you wearing a mask and a hat?"

Julian grimaced a little, then pretended to cough "I seem to have a bit of a cold and cough. Fear of infecting."

"Well, why wear a hat, too, it's in the room."

Again, he was looking for an excuse. Julian brought his lips closer to the person who asked "Not shampooing, fear of dandruff."

His co-worker shuddered in disdain "Basic, handsome really dirty."

"Important handsome."

"Julian, Yves, go upstairs immediately. Don't keep chatting."

...---...

As chief director, Eren Girasol is leading the meeting this time. Well, all of you are celebrating his company's twentieth birthday.

Two hours later, they began ordering food to fill their stomachs. Start with a snack for the opener.

Julian was trembling when he recorded his own father's order. Whether it is not aware or does not care, the man does not seem to recognize the child at all, should from the posture alone can be guessed.

Maybe it is because their relationship is not good as a father and son, with closed clothes alone can be deceived.

After recording the order, Julian dropped down to give to the chef in charge, only after the cuisine was ready, some waiters drove back up to be served to customers.

"Ah wait, son."

The call made him wary, even though the scales that called out were not the father. Julian could have known some of the people who became his father's associates.

"It's too little, you can ask for help to add."

...---...

"Ah, it's finally done. Tired of it."

It's half twelve in the evening, and soon the cafe will be closed. Julian and Yves took advantage of their break time by sitting together under the cashier's desk.

"Just like this are you tired, man or man?" Ejek Yves hears the complaints of his new co-professionals.

"You yourself are also exhausted, don't make fun of it. Insolent, "Julian's reflexes clenched her hands pretending to punch.

Yves backstabbing away "Eh relax bro.. relax.I'm so sensitive you are."

"Julian! Yves!" The cry made the two snort, just taking a short break.

Yves stood firm, and pulled Julian's right hand to stand up "Come, his name also works. We are like this to survive, don't complain too much. Goofy."

His opponent's argument quoted "Where there is so."

"Some, come on, they'll go berserk waiting for us."

The two went to the source of the sound, apparently other employees who have a night shift have gone home, only the mother owner, Cassandre "Yves, this is your salary this month," the woman held out an envelope with Yves's salary amount as a waiter for the month.

"And for Julian, because today's your first day, so you'll also get a bonus. Your work is pretty good. But let's talk in the back."

Yves understood the situation, he also paid first to go home.

"What's wrong, madam? Wanna talk about what?" Julian asked after sitting opposite his boss.

"This was your bonus for the first day of work" the woman held the same envelope as Yves's, only thinner, of course less.

Julian accepted it with a heavy heart, the money with such a small nominal did not help his life with Nathalia much.

"Julian, are you Mr.'s son. Eren Girasol?"

"No, I told you, we're distant brothers."

"But your faces are quite similar, as I recall, Mr. Eren has a son too. He was born almost at the same time as my daughter. You're seventeen, my daughter's age."

"Not."

"Child of Mr. Girasol's name is Julian if I don't remember him wrong, and his little sister Nathalia?"

Inevitably Julian finally nodded "But madam, don't say this to my father, to anyone. If I work here."

"Why indeed? You're a son of a conglomerate, a very rich man in this country, you're wasting the hard work of your parents, I mean your father," Cassandre said, remembering that the boy's mother in front of him was gone.

"My dad's not as good as the mistress thinks."

Cassandre frowned in amazement at Julian's words, all this time he did not really know the life of the Girasol family "What is it?"

"I can't tell you this is my family's problem."

*TBC

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