Right after delivering that outstanding threat, the five cowboys opened the small dark gray gate and moved back into the ranch, and the gate slowly closed, without hearing any word from Emily, the best cook, who continued in a seated position down on the sand, with her legs folded across each other like she was about to meditate. Feelings of terrible hopelessness, hunger, tiredness, fatigue and thirst, hung in her heart, many of them which she could do nothing about. It's in the middle of a desert, far away from any human settlement. If you had money here, even tens of billions, it's still pretty much useless, you could still probably starve yourself to death so humbly with your billions in your accounts because no humans were seen passing, except a hot breeze, hitting her pale purple face.
Emily swapped her legs, in a cross-legged formation, now looking like a complete Shaolin, in a Chinese temple, she wrapped her mind over the earlier incident, sweat accumulating on her forehead as if it was noon while it was the early morning of the day.
I can't possibly quit now? Though the idea of walking away now proves logical and viable, that is not my style. Let me hold on a little bit longer, perhaps they might change their minds.
The idea of retreating and walking away right now proved logical, that without doubt tempted her, but that was not her way of doing things. She had always been a person who did not back away from any challenge the universe throws at her. As for now, she faced such a circumstance.
Was she going to give up that easily on this wonderful opportunity the universe had presented at her feet? She had already made a huge leap coming over there, walking thousands of miles on foot. If she gave up now, she would definitely be a fool and a quitter. As the saying goes, quitters never win, which she wasn't and did not suit her nature, because she felt the job in every fiber of her being, it's smell weft up the door steps of her nostrils. How could she let go in her own right mind?
On a mega yacht, Grayson Barath Smith, the elder brother to James Barath Smith, was partying, 'Hi everyone! Thank you for being very loyal to me, good and bright days are coming. Today marks the new era of my reign. We have castrated the first move, therefore, let's raise our toss to Franco Damiano who made all things possible?'
They all raised their glasses of tequila, 'Cheers!' roared the cloud.
'Music please?' Yelled Grayson Barath Smith.
He went and sat on his couch. Next to him was Franco Damiano, 'Franco?' he tilted his head to look at his boss.
'Ha! My silly brother did not see this one coming? Let him wait for the second wave. It's definitely going to be ten times the tsunami disaster. I want him to feel my wrath and the moment he realizes what destroyed him, there will be no space for recovering?'
'This was a perfect move, boss.' Commented Franco Damiano, who is one of Grayson Barath Smith's trusted mafia and a hit man, they sipped their glasses of wine. They were having quite an interesting moment from the looks of things.
'Franco, the crew holding Liv Barath Smith. How do you know them? Can we trust them with this big responsibility?' Franco looked at Grayson Barath Smith with a confident, convincing face, then a mischievous smile dawned on his burnt face, 'Boss, a hundred percent, you know me very well that whenever I do work I don't leave traces behind. This is a multi-cooperation international crime syndicate we are dealing with. That is why we had to pay so much money for them to take care of things for us. They never make mistakes, they are professionals, even governments recruit them to do their dirty work when they don't want to get directly involved.' Grayson laughed cunningly, 'Ha ha! Good, I will see how my brother comes out of my trap. This time I want to empty all his bank accounts, then I will thrust him with a final brow, crushing him into pieces like shredded paper.' His face beaming with shining reflected rays of light coming from blue swimming pool water inside the mega yacht.
Back at the ranch, Emily continued sitting in the same position, her legs still folded and across each other as she allowed her mind to wonder aimlessly, as if she wasn't the one just being threatened, a few hours ago, and finally closed her eyes and began to meditate, connecting herself with the giver of all things, the beautiful Universe. Her meditation took about two hours of her time. That did not bother her at all. It's not like she is going anywhere any time soon. She had all the time in the world waiting for the new verdict, which was.
Miss Emily, the Best Cook you are officially employed. You can right away carry on with your duties, the entire kitchen is yours, go play with your knives and pots.
She was taken into the world of her fantasy. Completely forgetting about the hunger, fatigue and tiredness she experienced earlier on.
Inside the ranch, the five cowboys were impressed by the persistence of Emily, The Best Cook. Actually, it's not that they didn't want to hire her, but they were testing her limits and wanted to know what kind of woman they were dealing with. They had already made up their minds early that morning to hire her. Rashaad Staggie, who was slim and tall, had four scars, one on his right eye near the eyebrows, the other across his mouth reaching down to the chin, and another on the neck and lastly on the elbow, which was the biggest of all. He spoke less, but when he did, it was on point.
'Vyacheslav, It's enough. Let's bring her in, it's already past eighteen pm?' Rashaad said calmly.