Though he wanted to keep cursing, the sound of the assistant director gathering the extras had already reached him through Super Hearing.
Henry hurriedly grabbed several donuts and stuffed them into his mouth. Then he gulped down a Coke, swallowed his resentment, and continued with the day's work.
The young man had been stunned by the scolding. He had never felt so wronged in his life. But he was not discouraged or helpless; he was thinking of something to say in retaliation.
Before he could speak, though, his opponent had run off! How was that any different from a lousy card player who ran away after winning money?
He wanted to get up and chase after him, but he could not bear to abandon the half-eaten cheeseburger in his hand. "Hey, don't run!" Only then did he notice the big Black man in a chef's uniform beside him.
Old Black was naturally not as inexperienced as Henry. He knew exactly who this young man devouring a burger so eagerly was.
But the scene just now had frightened him silly. He had never expected his new friend to clash with this man!
It was not until Henry hurried off and more than half the people in the dining area had left that he came back to his senses and stepped forward to greet him. "Young Master Stark."
Tony Stark did not reply. He merely looked at the big Black man who had recognized him with some impatience.
Old Black introduced himself. "Young Master, I'm Wesley Washington, the head chef of the culinary team you hired."
"Oh, it's you. I remember you." Tony Stark held up the food he had eaten less than half of and said, "The burger is very good. At least it proves hiring you was the right decision."