As soon as the voice ended, the connection was cut. Emily, the best cook, pressed the button again.
I will not give him any peace. He should at least think about my situation. It's not too much to ask?
Emily, the best cook, continued pressing the doorbell button.
'This lady is now pissing me off!' Exploded Alexander.
'Can I go and take her out of the picture, boss?' Edwardo De-satos Costilla inquired curiously.
'Are you going to clean up the mess?' Asked Vyacheslav. Edwardo De-satos Costilla nodded his head, indicating no.
'I thought so.' Vyacheslav remarked, and called, 'Jabari!'
Jabari turned to look at Vyacheslav, 'Can you disconnect the doorbell? And reduce the volume of your video games?' Vyacheslav commanded.
Well! As for Emily, the best cook out there, she could not take no for an answer. She kept on pressing the bell.
'Damn! I am exhausted. Now, where do I go?
'Just bury yourself in the sand, you will be warm.' Tanya advised.
Tanya, seriously? ---- You are not helping.
She thought for a while before squatting for an hour or more, then sat down at the gate, as her eyes got drowse, she started dozing, then right away slept.
She was awakened the next morning by a heavy gumboot which stepped on her head, exerting a great weight of pressure, which squeezed her hard.
'What kind of person does not listen to the word no?' Asked a man with a low tone.
Emily, The Best Cook, opened her sleepy eyes to find five cowboys, each armed with an AK-47 and an armory of bullets hanging around their waists.
'Who are you, where are you from and what do you want?' Interrogated a middle-ranged man with a hoarse voice.
The one applying pressure on her head, withdrew his leg back, giving Emily, The Best Cook a breathing space, who pulled herself off the ground to sit upright, looking at the fearsome cowboys in a brave way with her head held high, she coughed lightly to clear her throat, observing each cowboy with her shining swollen red eyes, and she did tremble from the inside, 'My name is Emily, The Best Cook, I am looking for a job as a cook. I have traveled through many countries, worked for different companies, but so far, in this region, I have had no lack. My cooking style is different, or I would rather say unique. I don't follow known recipes, I create my own. If you taste my food, you definitely will want more of it. Therefore, if you hire me, I can assure you that I will make you different dishes every day. That is breakfast, lunch, dinner and only repeated upon request.' Emily, The Best Cook introduced herself. Her determination was clearly visible.
The cowboys laughed hysterically.
'What an interesting intro, Miss Emily, The Best Cook? You are so funny, If you are as good as you say, why aren't you already employed?' Mocked the youngest one in the group, chuckles followed thereafter.
Oh, no! This is not going as I thought it would. I am extremely scared, to the point of peeing myself in my pants. I do feel chills all over my body, though I am trying to put on a calm, bold demeanor. Emily, The Best Cook thought.
'Easy up, Emily, those nozzles of A K 47 right in front of you mean nothing, do you want me to deal with them?' Tanya asked excitedly.
No, not everything has to end in fighting or killing Tanya? Disapproved Emily, The Best Cook.
Undoubtedly, this is a trick question. Therefore, I need to tackle it with absolute precision, and I know quite well that my entire career rests upon the next words I am going to utter. I need to defend my dignity, by clarifying the doubts in their minds.
Emily, The Best Cook's mind, was in a critical thinking mode, 'Your question is very valid indeed. Initially, I tried to get one in Gaborone town, but when I heard about this ranch, something within me pushed and drove me here. I can't particularly prove my statement, I was driven by instincts. I only know that this is the place where I am fated. I know that sounds absolutely unreasonable, crazy and illogical, and the people in those towns have not tested my cooking yet, the reason being I didn't get an opportunity to showcase my extraordinary talent to them.'
'Who told you about this ranch?' Alexander questioned in curiosity.
'An old man in Gaborone when we were drinking beer.'
Gaborone is the capital city of Botswana, and that means she had a higher chance of getting hired there. The five armed cowboys from time to time glanced at each other as Emily, The Best Cook spoke.
The huge muscular cowboy who stood at a distance about five meters away from Emily, The Best Cook, with lots of mustaches and had long dark hair, signaled with his hand, calling the rest of his crew to come closer to him. From Emily, The Best Cook's perspective, he must be the one in charge. They gathered around him.
'Edwardo, what do you think about her?' Vyacheslav queried in a low voice.
'She seems sincere.'
'Jabari?' Vyacheslav went on asking.
'I agree with Edwardo.'
Vyacheslav, pointed at Rashaad with his eyes.
'I don't know, I am not a good judge of character?' He responded.
'Alexander?'
'I think we should consider hiring her. We need someone to look after things. Remember we have to take an important trip to the Namibian coast in six months time.'
Their conversation was very confidential, Emily, The Best Cook, couldn't hear a single word out of it. It must have been a hot, heated discussion from Emily, The Best Cook's perspective. She tried a different tactic, that was to read their lips. Unfortunately, she couldn't see their lips, just the backs of these armed men stared back at her in a mocking way, thereby getting nothing again.
If they are discussing me, then they are probably considering hiring me. My fingers are crossed.
'Sometimes, I don't understand you, Emily, really, I don't.' Tanya commented.
In about five minutes, they were done and one of them walked right back to Emily, The Best Cook. He was the youngest in the group from her perspective. His appearance and how high-spirited he looked suggested it all. She watched his every step as he drew nearer. The adrenaline triggered nervousness and anxiousness within her.
I wonder what their final verdict is going to be? Please be good and in my favor? I really need this job. Emily, The Best Cook whispered in her mind.
The blown, slim reddish man did not smile at all, as he stood in front of her, his skin color like that of an Arab from Asia in the Middle East or the color of the men from a Colombian drug cartel.
'We are sorry miss, our answer still stands as no. Get lost! Better not poker your face onto other people's private property in the future. Today, we have been very merciful and kind enough. Tomorrow, we won't be that forgiving. The next thing you will feel or experience is a bullet penetrating your dull skull.'