I finished climbing the stairs determined to reach Sarah's table, my hands started to sweat and when I was about to go for her. A uniformed man crossed my path, stopping me in my tracks.
"I'm sorry, the VIP area is for authorized customers only. You can continue enjoying our service on the ground floor. " I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, while suppressing the curse words that were going through my head.
"I need to talk to Ms. Sarah Petit. I won't take much of her time. I don't think there will be a problem with that." I said, looking a few meters ahead, where Sarah was sitting, talking animatedly with the others. She still hadn't noticed my presence in the place, but it wouldn't be long before she found out.
"You can't go any further. It's restaurant policy." I let out a tired sigh as I turned my back on the man and took out my wallet. That was what I should have done from the beginning.
"Ten thousand dollars to let me through." I said, holding the bills in my hand and his eyes widened.
It would be very foolish of him not to accept it. I was giving him twice as much as I gave Richard.
I smiled slightly, which disappeared immediately when the man refused to accept the money.
was it not enough?
I added five thousand more dollars and he shook his head again, after swallowing hard.
"Sir, I can't break the restaurant rules. I apologize, but I can't accept it. Please go back to the ground floor."
My face contorted in disbelief at his rejection and I wanted to push him out of my way, but I held back and I didn't know how much longer I could hold back.
"I'll transfer one hundred thousand dollars to you right now if you let me go to Ms. Sarah's table."
The man's surprise was more than evident and as he was about to give me an answer, another uniformed man appeared. He was the manager, I read it on his vest.
"Any problem with this gentleman?" He asked next to the young man who was as pale as a sheet.
"I am Alexander Lancaster, pleased to meet you. I was asking the young man to let me in. My wife is at that table over there and I need to talk to her urgently."
I know I was doing wrong by insinuating that she was still my wife, but it was the first thing that came to mind to get the manager to grant my request after all.
"Oh, Ms. Sarah. I understand that you two got divorced." He said mockingly and I let out the breath I had been holding in my lungs.
So the news had circulated around the world, hadn't it?
"Yes, we got divorced, but there is an unresolved matter that I need to discuss with her. Can you let me go? It'll only take a few minutes." I was honest because lying wouldn't achieve anything other than getting kicked out of the restaurant completely.
"I'm sorry, we can't help you. Please go back to the ground floor and enjoy our services." I clenched my jaw as I nodded, not very much in agreement with my own head. I wasn't going to argue with the men who were just doing their job and following orders.
I turned around to go down the stairs, but before that, I had to resort to a contingency plan. I needed to talk to Sarah no matter what, tell her the real reason I was with Rachel and tell her that secret from beginning to end that wouldn't stop tormenting me one way or another.
"Sarah!" I called her from the stairs, attracting the attention of all the diners on both floors. The pair of men didn't take long to grab me by the arms and guide me downstairs, but I resisted and the three of us struggled while the manager called security. Sarah's surprised look sought the origin of the commotion and she finally looked at me with confusion.
"Sarah, I need to talk to you, please!" I begged her when I broke free from one of the men's grip.
She stood up from her seat realizing that I was being wrestled by two men who couldn't move me an inch, but she sat back down when the woman's hand next to her shoulder touched her, then the man next to her stood up and kissed Sarah's head, which made me feel angry.I used all my strength to free myself from the pair of men who held me by the arms and grabbed me again when I took three steps forward.
"Security, over here." I heard a voice next to me, but I didn't pay attention, I could only angrily look at the man who walked casually towards me.
No! I didn't want to talk to the idiot Vincent. Couldn't they understand that I needed to talk to Sarah?
What was I supposed to do to get her to listen to me?
Should I beg for forgiveness on my knees?
I would do it.
Should I apologize to her through all forms of communication?
I would do it.
Just tell me what I had to do for her to listen to me for five minutes and I would do it without hesitation.