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.