Manager Fu's Turn
Manager Fu sat in his office behind his desk, holding a piece of paper with glasses perched on his nose. A frown creased his face as he struggled to focus on reading the document.
"D*mn it! What's taking him so long?!" Manager Fu cursed, slamming the paper down on the table. He stood up and walked to the window, looking across the street at the restaurant where the line had already surpassed theirs. "What's happening over there?!"
As he fumed with anger, considering whether to go to the Filly Restaurant himself, the door opened, and he saw Alek walking out.
"There he is!" For a moment, Manager Fu thought he saw a satisfied smile on his assistant's face before it quickly disappeared. Because of the distance, the manager wasn't sure if he was imagining things. "Let's see what he has to say."
He went back to his chair and pretended to be engrossed in his work.
It didn't take long for a knock to come at the door.