Chapter Fifteen:"What's wrong with Jace?"

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"Hello, this is Mia Johnson. How may I help you?" I ask over the phone.

I was attending to a customer when got a call from an unknown number. I didn't answer immediately but the number called a second time. I had to pick up.

"Hi, Mia. This is Idris, Jace's roommate."

"Oh....Idris. Did you get my number from Jace?" I ask.

"Yes, I did" Idris says over the phone.

"How are you? Is everything alright?" I ask.

"Not really. I need your help"

"What's going on?" I ask curiously.

"It's Jace..."

"Jace? What's wrong with Jace?"

"I don't know.....he just...."

Idris sounds really worried.

What happened???

"Idris, calm down. Where are you now?"

"I'm at the hospital with Jace"

"Hospital?" I ask wide-eyed.

"Yes. Jace is being hospitalized. I need you to come if you can, please"

"Okay, I'll be there in no time"

"Thanks a lot. I'll be waiting in front of the hospital"

"No problem" I say before hanging up the call.

I'd be lying if I said I'm not freaking out right now.

What the heck happened to Jace???

I need to get out of here but I can't just walk out. I need Mr. Martin's permission.

I should find Mr. Martin right away.
Hope he'll grant me the permission.

I enter back into the restaurant. I came out earlier to take the call.

"Hey, where's Mr. Martin?" I ask Lizzy.

Lizzy is one of the employees.

"He's in the kitchen" She replies.

"Okay, thanks" I say as I rush to the kitchen.

"Jeff, hurry up. Lisa, allow Jenny to handle that." I hear Mr. Martin ordering the employees on reaching the kitchen.

"Hello, sir" I say to Mr. Martin.

"Mia. Shouldn't you be attending to people out there?" Mr. Martin asks.

"Yes....I should....I was....but..." I say.

"What is it this time?" Mr. Martin asks.

"Umm....I've an emergency that I can't deal with while in here...."

"Are you asking for permission to attend to this emergency?" Mr. Martin asks.

"Yes...yes, I am. Please sir, permit me to leave the restaurant and attend to the emergency." I say.

"What kind of emergency are we talking about here?" Mr. Martin asks.

"Uh...it's a personal kinda emergency." I say.

"Okay.....you can go and take care of the emergency....but first of all, how long have you worked today?" He asks.

"Like two hours and some minutes." I reply.

"Okay. Get outta here quickly before I change my mind." Mr. Martin says playfully.

"Thank you so much sir! You're the best." I say happily and leave the kitchen.

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