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Now he whispered even quieter, bringing his face even closer. "Because decisions about the horrid place you call your property are not up to me, I will continue to pester you until you learn that you do not belong here."
April felt her heart race as Isaac's breath hit her face. She wanted to push him away, to scream at him to leave her alone, but she knew that would only make things worse. Instead, she took a step back, trying to create some distance between them.
Understanding that he won, Isaac stood up straighter. A smile was plastered across his face.
April was seething with anger at Isaac's words, but she refused to let him see her break. This man was a monster, and she couldn't believe he was trying to intimidate her like this. She wouldn't let him win.
Isaac Greenfield walked back towards his office with a smile. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Faith," he called out before he shut the door to the room.
She stood there, speechless and feeling more inadequate than ever.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When April arrived back at the bed and breakfast, she saw her father sitting on one of the benches outside. He had a pleading look in his eyes as he watched her approach.
What could he possibly need now?
"Hey, kiddo," he said with a smile, eyes filled with hope. "I was wondering if you had time to help me with something."
April couldn't help but feel annoyed at her father's request, especially after the confrontation she had just faced. She tried to keep her tone level as she asked, "What do you need help with, Dad?"
"It's just a small errand, really. The fridge is getting pretty empty. I was hoping you could do a grocery store run."
She didn't have the energy to deal with her father's requests right now, but she couldn't bring herself to say no to him either. April's heart sank at the thought of having to run another errand.
April couldn't help but let out a small sigh. "Dad, isn't there enough food in there for a few days?"
Shaking his head, he shrugged. "No, unfortunately. I don't have anything to make my tacos tonight. We need beef and veggies and tortillas."
So basically all of the ingredients for tacos. She knew that there was enough food in there to last him a few days. He specifically wanted tacos and wanted her to be the one to go get the ingredients.
"Fine, I can go grab that for you in a bit," she replied.
Just before April could step foot into the lobby, a dark-haired man walked into the entryway, extremely angry. His thick, bushy eyebrows were turned down and his large mouth was open wide, ready to yell.
"I demand to speak to the owner of this establishment!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the lobby.
April stepped forward, determined to handle the situation. "I'm the owner," she said firmly.
As he looked at April, she realized just how angry he was. And that his suitcase traveled closely behind him. "The people you employ are horrible. This man over here told me that I shouldn't be allowed to heat up my fish in the community kitchen oven."
April looked over at her father, shocked. He shrugged as if nothing significant had happened. "He takes too long in there. If he's going to use the oven for an hour every night and make the whole kitchen smell like fish, I think he should be cooking in a private kitchen."
Wanting to scream but knowing she shouldn't escalate the conversation, she took a few deep breaths. In the time it took her to recollect herself, the two men had already begun arguing again.
"I need fish! My doctor says that it's necessary for my health! It's a health condition! Why couldn't I just use the kitchen for an hour? Every other guest is allowed to use it!"
Richard's face never faltered, it stayed unbothered and annoyed. "Yes, but every other guest doesn't make the whole kitchen smell like Halibut."
"Alright, alright," April said. "Dad, go sit in the lobby please. I'll talk to you in a minute."
He sauntered off into a chair in the middle of the lobby, grunting under his heavy breath.
"I'm so sorry about him. That was obviously uncalled for. You are more than welcome to use any of the facilities. I assure you this will never happen again," she reassured him.
The guest looked her up and down. "I want out. I'm leaving tonight and I want a refund for the nights I'm not staying here."
April felt a knot form in her stomach. Losing a paying customer was never easy, especially when they were leaving on bad terms. "I understand your frustration, but I would really appreciate it if you stayed. We want to accommodate you, so I would be willing to offer you half off the rest of your stay."
