Alexander looked at Vyacheslav Ivankov in the eyes for validation, who didn't make a decision right away, twisting his head to Arthur Graciano, who nodded his head, 'Yes, Vyacheslav, she has some thick skin. Her persistence expresses that she is capable of doing the job.
Vyacheslav swung his head to Eduardo De-satos Costilla, 'Should I go already to get him?'
Completely ignoring Jabari Dakarai, his rival in many instances, as if he didn't exist at all.
Well, Jabari Dakarai wouldn't let this opportunity pass away without having to create some drama.
'Be patient you pagan, my views on this matter are important!'
Edwardo rushes in, 'You son of the ugliest beast, the deadly creature Lucifer, what is your stand anyway?'
Jabari frowns, 'You are sick in your head. Go bring him, you talk too much like a Chihuahua, always barking, and crowing like a rooster, you damn fool.'
Edwardo was about to throw back some bad words when he got interrupted by Alexander Solonik, 'You two stop it! Edwardo?'
He paused momentarily, before proceeding, 'Do what you must do?'
Jabari Dakarai smiled, mockingly, then murmured, 'Follow your master you filthy dog!'
Rashaad Staggie heard what Jabari Dakarai pronounced and laughed hastily.
Edwardo De-satos Costilla's chest fumed with anger, he seriously wanted to know what Jabari had muttered, but shrugged his shoulders, giving Jabari Dakarai a cold ice gaze as he let himself out of the mansion.
A few minutes later, he walked in majestically with Emily, the best cook, right behind him. Edwardo showed Emily, the best cook, where to sit, and she went and sat on the brown leather couch, next to Alexander Solonik.
The interior of the mansion was well vanished with the texture of the color brown.
'We have officially decided to hire you as our cook, but as you know that this is a ranch, we would like to hire you for more than one service.' Alexander paused to let his words sink into Emily, the best cook, 'Besides you preparing our meals, we want to also hire you as a maid, cleaner and to look after all the duties of the ranch, that is to feed the horses, the chickens, cows, goats, the herd of sheep, rabbits, pigs and, finally, as a garden lady?'
Emily, the best cook, was surprised at the offer, it sounded like a punishment. She became silent, not knowing what to say, but waited to hear more.
'We are ready to pay you a sum of seventy-five thousand dollars per month. You will eat with us. That means you will not spend any of your money, but save. Well, what do you say about our proposal?' Alexander added, with a smile after observing the countenance and the silence Emily, the best cook, portrayed.
The workload is too much, but I need the money more.
'You want and not need.' Corrected Tanya. Emily, the best cook, chose to ignore her.
'I will take it.' Emily, the best cook, came to her conclusion.
The faces of the cowboys brightened up, for they needed a standing in person for their next missions in the coming months.
Emily, the best cook, accepted the job, because she needed the money more than any other thing now, just like a deer's pants for water. So did Emily, the best cook, pant after money. Right away, the contract forms were brought, and Emily the best went through them thoroughly and signed them.
Next, orientations took effect as she was taken through the entire house, then to all different sections of the ranch.
The next day, early in the morning, Emily, the best cook, was about to start preparing breakfast, when she remembered that she had to prepare food for seven people. She began pealing potatoes, sliced them into good rectangular shapes, added cooking oil to the deep fryer, turned it on. As she waited for it to get heated up. She took five beef sausages, sliced them into small pieces, put them on the pan, and added cooking oil and put the pan onto the gas stove and turned it on.
'If I had a body of my own I would have enjoyed your cooking!' Said Tanya.
Maybe we could not have crossed paths. Who knows? Perhaps I might have disliked you.
'You could have loved me. Tell me what's not to like about me?' Tanya asked Emily, the best cook.
Next, she put the rectangular potatoes into the deep fryer when the cooking oil had boiled. Emily, the best cook, began to break the eggs after finishing, mixing followed up and, at the same time, she didn't forget twisting the sliced sausages on the gas stove.
Your sense of humor.
'What about my sense of humor?'
You have little patience and a hot temper. I would definitely not accommodate that?
'How about if I was a dependable customer at your restaurant?'
Emily, the best cook, had now started chopping the tomatoes into tiny pieces. She repeated the same thing for the red onions, green peppers, and garlic.
That will depend on your behavior. If you are mean and sarcastic like you are sometimes, I would without doubt teach you a good lesson.
'You see?'
'You, too, have a hot temper.'
I my manage my hot temper.
She then added them into one big bowl, sprinkled some spices such as black pepper, mixed herbs, sage, rosemary and salt.
The chips were ready and taken out of the deep fryer and put in a very big pan, added to the sliced fried sausages on the chips, then the bowl with different mixtures into chips and finally the mixed eggs. It was laid back on the stove.
When the cooking was done, she went ahead and prepared the dining table, which had seven different dishes served. A variety of flavored juice, warm water in an electrical kettle, coffee, tea leaves, two homemade loafs of bread, milk, sugar and special homemade cereals. When everything was all set up, she pressed the siren bell button to alert everyone that breakfast was read and in place.
The team showed up much faster than expected, and helped themselves to sit around the dining table. They had probably smelled its sweet aroma, hence, they hurriedly came down for breakfast.
Vyacheslav asked Emily, the best cook, to pour juice into a cup, one plate of her new prepared dishes, a glass of milk, three slices of homemade bread.
'Come with me. Carry the food and follow me?' Instructed Vyacheslav, Emily, the best cook, did, as she was told, walking right behind Vyacheslav, the team leader, as they headed to a heavily locked room.
Emily, the best cook, couldn't figure out the puzzle or where they were taking the food. Well, that didn't bother her that much, it was none of her business, her real deal was providing a perfect service, while building up her profile in the process, gaining their favor.
'Don't you think this is strange?' Aroused suspicion Tanya.
You should learn to mind your own business, Tanya.
Emily, the best cook, needed to impress her new employers, win their hearts by rendering her best service possible. She didn't want to ask any questions, because it wasn't easy to acquire this job. Vyacheslav opened the door, using the keys he hung to his waist belt.
Upon entering, the inside room was entirely spotless and empty. Vyacheslav moved toward a window sill on the east side opposite the entrance door.
'Turn that side!' Directed Vyacheslav, to conceal what he was about to do.
Emily, the best cook, didn't want to know what this meant. She complied without a word. Vyacheslav touched the end edges of the window sill. As he rubbed his fingers on it, underneath came out a shelf like one in a wardrobe which had a panel, similar to the one of a safe box. He entered the password, when suddenly, in the middle of the room, popped open a four-square meter basement entrance. Emily, the best cook, could see the stairs running down and on the sides the LED lights lit the shining wooden staircases all the way down to the bottom of the basement.
He began descending as Emily, the best cook, followed him down the stairs. After reaching the bottom, they come across quite another big room, well lit, with one door heavily secured with a number of electronic security locks and a vault system lock mounted on the wall and a fingerprint scanner. To add to security, the door had a door tag on the right side of the wall.
Of course, the room was without windows but had cameras. Beams of blue laser light cut across the door about five of them, making it impenetrable. And underneath a small rectangular door, fifteen centimeters high and thirty centimeters in length, just enough space to allow a tray of food to pass through it.
'Put the tray of food down near the door!' ordered Vyacheslav, who did not smile all the way and gave just instructions.
Emily, the best cook, did the task. The moment she let go of the tray, two beautiful hands rushed out, grabbed and swayed the tray of food. Instantly Emily, the best cook, was startled and she jumped two yards behind in fear.