Without wasting much time the next day, she went back to Sky Food Towers. This was the only organization where top-notch cooks are found in the country. Only wealthy and highly influential people could hire a cook from there. Once hired, your pay would be no less than what a doctor is paid at the hospital. The cooks there were highly professionals. Some even had the opportunity of getting hired in the presidential Villa. Those who got opportunities like this, in the cookery world, are often termed termed the most favored.
Today Roxie didn't bother to put on those tight and formal outfits. She was just in her simple jeans and polo and then tied her hair into a bun. She entered the building and just like before, the wierd reception directed her to the right and not left this time around. She moved and started asking some staff along the way to get a clearer direction. They directed her to the office. When she entered the office she was amazed because it was so beautiful and neatly arranged. She did not notice the stout man behind the desk who kept on looking at her. Seeing that the visitor had no intention of acknowledging his presence, but was only focused on the beauty of his office. He decided to do so himself.
"Good morning young lady, how may I help you."
When Roxie held the slightly stiff voice, she was jolted back to reality. She flashed a smile at the man and greeted him back.
"May I seat?" She asked, pointing at the chair oppositly in front of the man at the other end of the table. The man only nodded and Roxie sat down.
"I was given a call yesterday asking me to come to this office, this morning. My name is Roxanne Denver."
"Oh my! You're Roxanne Denver?" The man suddenly asked her with a lot of excitement written on his face. Roxie was abashed at the sudden turn of events.
"Yes I am." She politely answered. Right after she answered, she noticed that the old man looked at her with a whole new respect.
"Congratulations, you are now a full staff of our Kitchen."
Roxie laughed out at this and earnestly thanked the man thinking he was done talking but, he continued.
"You've been hired by a politician, to work as a chef at his villa."
Roxie's face beamed with smile, her luck was getting better day after day.
"You would be working in the household of Mr Alexander Anderson!" He declared.
The smile in Roxie's face ceased. Alexander Anderson! Alexander Anderson! Alexander Anderson! That was a forbidden name to her! The very name she loathed so much with her entire life!
The man noticed that Roxie had stopped smiling and then said to her.
"What's wrong miss?"
"I'm sorry, I won't be able to take up this job sir. Kindly place me in another department in the company's kitchen."
The old man frowned at this, their company often earned a bonus as far as someone from the organization worked in any of those wealthy men's houses. He was very much surprised that this young lady declined this kind of opportunity without battling an eye.
"Why do you say so miss Denver?"
"I have a son. I pick him up from school every day, I take care of him because he is just five. Working in that man's villa means that I have to live far away from my son. I can't bring myself to that place because he has to go to school. Please sir, consider the fact that I'm a single parent, do not let me work there."
Listening to her reasons, the man had a change of mind. This little girl had already suffered a lot that she was forced to grow up. Her mates were probably dolling up and waiting for eligible bachelors to marry them off. She would not want her son to face the same misfortune.
"Alright, you can report to work as from next week. I'll look for a way to handle the issue."
"Thank you so much sir for understanding."
"You are welcome."
With one more look around the room, Roxanne finally left.
When she left the building she found a nearby restaurant and entered. The main reason why she didn't want to work there was because she didn't want Alexander to find out about Draco. They both looked alike, they didn't need a DNA to know who the father was. Who knows what would happen when he eventually finds out. Would he snatch her son away from her? Or would he find ways to kill him. Since, that had been his intention from the onset. She knew she needed the money, but she just couldn't work there.
She thought of something and suddenly smiled. He was now a politician. A very respected individual in the society. She wasn't the type that watched TV and Draco had gotten that habit from her. She would have seen him on TV but she doesn't even watch it.
He must have a lot of power now. He had always bantered on how he was going to become very popular and exert his revenge on every single being who had wronged him. She would always nod and listen to him. He often closed his speech with,
"Then anyone who tried to snatch you away from me would be killed personally by me. You are mine Anne, you shall love nobody else but me."
At this, she would always smile sheepishly, like a lovestruck fool. She loved it when ever he said that. What she didn't understand was, what he actually meant. She didn't understand how heavy his words were. Only the future would tell.
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It was weekend already, Roxie and Draco decided that it was their weekend alone. They would get to repeat the very same thing that they had always done, every weekend. Every weekend they switched responsibilities. Draco would have to play the role of the mother, while Roxie would play the role of the son. It means that Draco would cook and dish it out and then call for Roxie to come and eat.
As soon as it was Saturday morning, the duo switched to their role.
Roxie woke up very late, and of the time she woke up. Draco was already on the kitchen counter with the help of a stool to elevate his height. Roxie walked to the kitchen and greeted.
"Good morning momma" She greeted.
"Good morning darling, how was your night?"
Draco asked with a smile on his face just like his mother would always do to him.
"It was just normal mom, like every other night." Roxie answered with a serious face just like her son had always answered her.
"Go and brush your teeth and take a shower, breakfast would be ready in an hour."
Roxie nodded and went away to the bathroom. After an hour she came down and Draco had already dished out his well made sausages. It was still simmering hot and she watched as Draco carefully placed it on her own plate which was now smaller than her regular.
"Go on, go ahead and take your sit, I'll get a glass of milk for you, you can start eating your sausages." Draco said to her with a smile.
She gently nodded and went to Draco's favorite sitting spot.
They had agreed that anyone who broke character would wash the toilet for a week. This whole character switch was especially difficult for Draco because his mother smiled a lot. He hated smiling! But it was very easy for Roxie because to her, there was nothing sweeter than, mimicking your own child.
She picked up her fork and started eating the sausages. It was still a little too hot so she ate it slowly so as not to scald herself.
"Here's your milk." Draco said and sat in the seat meant for his mother. He started eating but constantly making sure he added more sausages to the his mom's plate. After sometime he took his napkin and dabbed the edges of his mom's mouth.
"How was your week at school?"
"Mother I've already told to tell my teacher to promote me to another class. Mother you of all people know that I can even solve a grade twelve mathematics problem. What in the world am I doing in nursery school." Roxie complained as her son would always complain to her.
Draco was at a loss of words. He did not think that his mother had ever taken his complaint seriously. She always acted as though she did not hear it; as though it was the least of her problems.
Now here she was pouring down his exact words. This woman was a sadist! How could she do this to her own son.
Seeing her sons tightly squeezed face, she laughed in her mind. She wasn't going to let him skip class and that's final!