Transmigrated Into A Billionaire novel Chapter 41

　　Ricky saw the message as he popped up on the man's phone, he was shocked to the very core, the normal looking guy who he thought was just a stuck up rich guy was clearly not who he thought he was, he was at first worried what a man would be going through, to let him forget his phone and just take his keys and leave, i mean if he was hungry, he wouldn't even be in venus cafe in the first place, he would have gone to the MacDonalds or Starbucks.

　　Ricky took of his blue apron uniform off and took the phone to run after the rich business dude., if he was able to tip him as much as eighty four bucks, the least he could do is hand the guy back his phone and go on about his day to day life.

　　When he got out of the cafe, he saw him going into an underground parking lot that belonged to the Sounthern Millers enterprise. He crossed the road with hate and zero precautions earning him a bunch of loud horny and spray of curses from the regular bitter and impatient New yorkers, nothing he wasn't used too, when he used to be a bike delivery guy, he used to receive so much stray curses, after months on the job, he realized that taking it personal was a waste of time, half of New Yorkers had anger issues, or running to a meeting they were already late for due to traffick or a mixture of both and some were just bitter like his former boss.

　　On entering the parking lot, aside from the company vans, every car was flashy and looked like they could single handedly foot his student loan.

　　"Hey sir!!"

　　"Mister,"

　　"Man in black," Ricky yelled, then bent down and tried to catch his breathe, since highschool, he hadn't had a chance of running anymore from bullies because this time, life was the bully, whether you ran or hide or not gave a fuck, life was gonna fuck you up. Guessing he finally caught the man in black attention either from the random call outs or from his over dramatic trying to catch his breath like kung fu panda always did after every short run.

　　"Oh hey,"

　　"You are the barista guy," Xander said, staring at him weirdly as he was dramatically taking in oxygen through his mouth.

　　"Sorry, are you asthmatic or something?" Xander said, getting worried at the way he was trying to take in air, he had a friend in middle school who would get an attack just from running down the hall.

　　"Oh no, I'm not,"

　　"My lungs are just lazy as hell, they can't even perform a simple task of keeping me conscious pass twenty meters," Ricky said looking up and the black suit guy finally catching his breath.

　　"Is that sarcasm?," Xander asked.

　　"No it's the truth actually,"

　　"And I'm Ricky actually, said it back at the store," Ricky said as if trying to help him catch up.

　　"Ok, so what do you want exactly or what exactly is the problem?," Xander asked.

　　"Well you left your phone back in the cafe, so I had to walk back to run after you to give it back," Ricky said, using his hands to show where he was coming from.

　　"Ok, thanks man, got to run," Xander said, collecting his phone and leaving the barista behind in the parking lot as he yelled 'you are welcome' back.

　　He headed to the elevator and tapped the top floor, before checking his phone and saw that he had a text from Alice, but the text content took him by shock.

　　He had totally forgotten about the video he asked the hooligans to take, but he never asked for it before the outcome of the event took a completely different turn.

　　You

　　I don't think I do, it should still be with Mikey's gang, I forgot to collect it from them.

　　Alice

　　Get them tomorrow, I have an idea.

　　Back at the cafe.

　　Ricky returned back to the cafe only to get an ear full of complaint from his manager telling him that he was really on his last nerve and stuff and he wouldn't even listen to him or grant him a little grace of letting him speak so he let him rant on and got off with a warning, he knew Carson wouldn't fire him, the pay is shitty, they were down on workers, and workers that came here to work didn't last more than two to three months because it was a typical summer job or job for the holiday, the only person who worked here permanently was the manager and Joan, your typical emo girl with tattoos and black or nude lipstick with nose septums and black outfits, she was very quite and the only time he had heard her speak is when she was clocking out of her shift and it was always some low and inaudible Japanese.

　　He was ten minutes to the end of his shift when Araceli and Amy walked into the cafe laughing. Araceli was wearing her hair as a fringe which looked nicely weird on her with black specs and oversized panda print tee with above the knee shorts, while Amy wore a glittering notice-me silver dress with black heels.

　　"What shall I get my ladies?," Ricky asked bowing to both of them playfully.

　　"A cup of double espresso for the panda girl and latte cream sugar for the queen, and do not look at us in the eye you common subordinate," Amy said, lifting her jew upwards graciously.

　　"Don't push it Amy, I can make really shit Latte's too you know," Ricky said smiling cunningly.

　　"Don't you dare mess up my latte," Amy warned.

　　"Isn't your shift over already, Ace keeps dialing my phone that he can't wait to go to the Arcade and it's a long drive outside the city," Rachel said.

　　"Well it's in the next five minutes girl, calm your tits," Ricky said, handing them their orders while attending to the other customer behind them.

　　They went ahead to get a chair to sit as they waited for eleven thirty. Rachel stopped by Amy's house to fill her in on everything that happened and the whole plan going on, which made Amy very excited, to be finally involved in someone's life.

　　"Jesus!!!," Ricky sat on the chair beside Araceli with a dramatic landing earning him stares but he didn't give enough fucks to return the looks they gave him, it wasn't a library for christ sake.

　　"I had a very fucked up day in the weirdest way possible even though it came with an eighty four dollar tip," Ricky said smiling at the thought of him being eighty four dollars richer.

　　"Eighty four dollars!!!,"

　　"What the fuck Ricky, Did Jeff Bezos stop by and you couldn't even call your closet friend," Amy whined, and Rachel just laughed at the over exaggerating comparism, she knew it was someone who didn't have enough patience to wait for the count of change by the barrister.

　　"Look girl, it was just some random dude from business magazine that got the whole cafe staring and whispering and sacrificing and risking their necks just to turn to awkward degrees and have a look at some plain white boy in an impressive suit," Ricky said waving her in dismissal drinking his plain coffee.

　　"Look that wasn't even the weirdest shit alright, the thing is that when he took his order yeah, he forgot his iphone 12 on my desk and before i could return it, some Alice girl sent a message asking if he still had a rape video!!" Ricky half yelled, getting both of his hands slapped.

　　"Keep your fucking voice down," Amy whispered at him as people gave them weird stares.

　　"A fucking rape video!!" Ricky said again only this time he was whispering.

　　That's when it suddenly hit her in the end, the girl name was Alice, wait, Alice as in Alice...

　　"Ricky, you said her name was Alice right?," Rachel asked just to be sure and that caught the attention of Amy too.

　　"Wait, her name is Alice?," Amy asked, suddenly alarmed.

　　"Yesss, Jesus can you guys stop asking for her name, I have already said it like three times now," Ricky said exasperated.

　　"Wait by chance, was the guy in a fancy suit named Xander?," Rachel asked.

　　"Yeah, I think so, even though he coul…" Ricky was saying till he saw their once playful expressions go serious, they shared a glance and kept quite looking like they just heard about a friend's death.

　　"What's the problem, you guys know him?," Ricky asked confused, Araceli just stayed paused staring down at her expresso while Amy kept looking at her with worry coating her features. The whole action happening in front of him made him even more anxious to know about what was going on.

　　"What the fuck guy, what's going on, is he some kind of serial killer or something, I still remember his face you know,"

　　"He's Araceli's fiancé," Amy said.

　　"Shit…"