The Writer. Ep. 3
Later that evening, I sat in my living room as I rolled a pen through my fingers. Thoughts were going through my head. Thoughts I couldn't decipher.

After my short, weird meeting with the honorable, I was led by her to her dining area where I was feed with breakfast made for a king.

We both spoke some more and she asked me stuff about myself, my life, my family. I commented about her lovely family picture hanging on her living room wall and she smiled at my compliment adding that her husband and kids are abroad. Her kids' school there and her husband has some business over there too. So he stays with them until their long summer break before coming home with them to be with her.

To be honest, I think what she's doing is hard; Keeping that long-distance relationship with her family. But she said it's for the best for now. I asked why but she didn't reply. So I left it knowing she didn't want to give me an answer.

After our kingly breakfast, I was excused to go home and rest that my job will begin in a weeks' time. So, I was to take all the free time I needed because my time with her will be like literally living with her.

I thanked her for the job she had given me and left. On my way out of the house, I saw something strange. A small B.Q by the side of the house that looked unoccupied but in my spirit I felt bad things about it. I don't know, it's hard to explain. I decided to check it out. Just as I took two steps heading to it I heard a shrilling voice filled with pain and agony. It made me stop abruptly. I couldn't even move.

What the hell?

Breathing hard with my heart beating fast I asked myself who that could be. Was it a woman in labor? I mean who is it?

"What are you doing here?" said someone from behind me.

I spun around screaming, coming face to face with a handsome hunk of a man.

He was wearing a cap that looked like a chef's cap, black, long-sleeved shirt that molded his body { meaning forearms and pecks} it was pushed up to his elbows with black trousers and some really nice loafers and then lastly a white apron.

Yep. He is definitely a chef and a cute one at that.

Wait. I think he is the new chef.

"Did you get the job?" I asked. After my heart rate had calmed down. At the moment the screaming had stopped.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again. Ignoring my question.

"Oh," I said as I looked behind me then looked back at him, "I heard something but I can't hear it again"

"You heard something?" he asked as he looked over my shoulders to the building behind me.

I nodded my head.

"What did you hear?" he kept on with his questions, his eyes still on the building.

"Well I heard screaming"

His eyes snapped down to mine at my reply.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

He opened his mouth to ask me yet another question and I was determined not to answer cause he has asked me like a billion questions and the one question I asked him he didn't answer. But he wants me to answer him. What does he think I am a dim bulb?

"Hey!" yelled one of the bodyguards just as the chef was about to speak.

He turned around to face him. He wasn't alarmed or scared or anything, he just calmly turned around and faced the bodyguard.

"What's going on here?" the bodyguard asked.

I looked at the bodyguard then I looked at the chef. I then looked behind me at the B.Q where I heard the scary scream.

"Anyone going to talk here?" the bodyguard demanded.

"She lost her way," said the chef.

"She lost her way?" repeated the bodyguard confused.

The chef just grunted in reply.

"The gate is over there, big enough for everyone to see. How can she lose her way?" asked the bodyguard.

The chef shrugged, "cause she's dumb" then he walked off.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open. My chin was almost touching the ground sef.

The bodyguard watched him leave. I did the same. He looked at me waiting for me to say something. What does he expect me to say? Yes, I'm dumb?

"Aren't you going to say anything?" He asked.

I was fuming inside. I'm certain steam could be seen coming out of my ears.

"Yes, that man should be fired" I replied haughtily. Then I walked off. Or more like stalked off.

And that brings us to now. That scream keeps replaying in my brain like a song on replay and it isn't a good song too. I keep wondering who was there and why that person was there. I mean should I ask the honorable? Isn't she supposed to know what's happening in her own house?

I was abruptly taken out of my thoughts by the loud knock on my door. I got up and went to open it.

"My friend!" yelled Sasha unnecessarily in my face.

"Really? You have to yell?" I asked as I turned around and walked straight to my couches. They were lumpy and old.

"You should change these couches, they're lumpy and old" suggested Sasha as she followed me and got comfortable on my lumpy seats, folding her legs beneath her.

I just stared at her in silence.

"So, how did it go?" she asked, ignoring my look.

"How did what go?"

"The interview, with the honorable. Or didn't you go again?"

"Well... It was weird"

She frowned, "weird?"

"Creepy" I continued, remembering the scream.

"Huh? What? Creepy? What do you mean by creepy?"

I began to remember the chef and his handsome face. His to die for hunkalicios body and those lips. Goodness me those lips. I could hold them with my tiny fingers because they are so plump and then use a needle and thread to sew them so he doesn't have to call me dumb ever again in his entire handsome life.

"Yo! Earth to Ireyi. Come back yea?" yelled Sasha.

I snapped out of my amazing daydream of sewing his lips to look at her.

"Where did you go to?" she asked.

"I hate the chef" I stated.

She stared at me totally confused. And I don't blame her, I'll be confused if I was her.

"You hate the chef? What chef?"

"And he's too handsome for that stupid mouth of his?" I continued. Getting a bit angry.

"What? I don't get. What do you mean?" she asked.

"Next time I see him, I'll give him a piece of my mind because I'm definitely not dumb. I'm a writer, writers are smart and intelligent" I went on angrily.

She looked at me for a few seconds. Then she got up, went to my kitchen and stayed there for a bit. She later came out with a bottle of red wine that I have no idea where she got it from. Opened it, and then poured a glass each for the both of us. She handed mine to me, picked up hers and then said.

"Okay, sweetie. Start from the beginning. Tell your best friend all that happened"

And I did. I told her everything. Right down to how the other side of the honorable's home felt cold. 

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