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Ghost Chefs Chapter 1
I pushed on the door and cleared my throat. “Mrs Sparks, I wanted to know if you received my email—“ Leslie Sparks looked up from her computer, crimson glasses perched on the bridge of her nose Even though she should be in her sixties, due to heavy amounts of Botox and plastic surgery she appears to be in her forties, having successfully turned back the hands of time. Always dressed to impress, even today her professional-looking dress is provocative and conservative at the same time. "I did receive it." I held my hands out, bracing myself for her wrath. "I know it isn't what you asked for–“ "It was better.“ "I'm sorry, but I felt the article I sent would make more headlines. I could…" Suddenly, I took in her answer, falling quiet. “... What did you say?""I said it was better Amanda. Well done. This piece, while anomalous, is well done. You are honest, harsh, and at the same time angry and you have every reason to be."I closed my eyes and released the breath I had been holding.
Ghost Chefs Chapter 2
My body moulded into the mattress and refused to move as my alarm blared beside me. Somehow, I garnered enough strength to hit it as hard as I could, silencing it quickly. I sat up slowly, pulling on my wild hair. It's been three months already since my breakup with Lucas. I decided to move out of my previous apartment because I had so many memories of him there. It was always painful to come back home and look at the cushion or the bed and remember the memories we made of them. After Lucas left me the day we argued, he went straight ahead and proposed to his side chick. Turned out, she was actually four months pregnant with his child. It still baffled me why he would propose to me when he knew that he never did love me. Men are such deceivers. Anyway, I did attend his marriage and I made sure I announced to the congregation and his bitch of a wife, that her husband was a cheater and a prevaricator. I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen with the hope of preparing som
Ghost Chefs Chapter 3
My phone ringing non-stop from the bedroom made me stop my mission of bomb-making.Who knew making pancakes would be so hard? Those chefs on the food network channel make it look so easy. I walked to my room wondering who was calling me. I wasn't expecting any call from the office since it was my day off and so, when I got to the bedroom and found out that it was my assistant at the office — who also happened to be my best friend — calling me, I knew something was up. It's either she wants to torment me with talks about how her mum keeps bugging her to get married at the age of twenty-five or there's something wrong at the office."Hey, Cassie," I said as I answered the call “What's—"“Ama, there's a problem,'' she announced before I could complete my question. “What's wrong?“ I asked, sensing the agitation in her voice. "I know today is your day off but you have to come to see this for yourself."“Can't you tell me what's wrong over the phone? I planned on using today to learn so
Ghost Chefs Chapter 4
"Ama, what the hell are you wearing?!"My best friend Cassie shouted from afar as she hurried towards me. "That's a funny question given the fact that I'm putting on clothes and you don't have an eye problem." “Oh, quite alright, you are putting on clothes, but what do you call the disaster your legs are in?“ She fires back. My legs? I questioned inwardly before glancing down to see what she was referring to. "No fucking way," I whispered-yelled as I noticed the chaos I was wearing; two different shoes. It would have been a bit unnoticeable if I had at least stuck to two colours that didn't contradict each other, but my crazy and disorganized self decided to put on a black and a red shoe. “How could you not have noticed that you were putting on two different shoes?" Cassie shouted."I was in a hurry. How am I supposed to know that I would make such a mistake? You should be grateful that I'm not wearing heels instead.“ “Indeed! Thank you for not letting me get a call that my best
Ghost Chefs Chapter 5
The elevator ascended, the buttons on the dashboard lighting up as it scaled the building. Throughout the ride, I was trying my best not to scream, tapping my feet on the floor out of boredom instead. I was craving coffee more than anything. Well, this was going to be only a quick confrontation and I would have been done with it in no time. I exited the elevator and was greeted by the sight of men and women working and moving around in tight-fitted dresses and neatly pressed shirts with neckties that could choke away a quarter of their life force. I felt like throwing up. What is it with them and dressing like they were going on a runway? The fact that their job was to gather news and write articles concerning the fashion world didn't mean they needed to dress up like a stuffed turkey for Thanksgiving. Anyway, I ignored the stares they were giving me and made my way around the people dressed like the doll in the movie- the boy. My jean and shirt stood out amid these barbies. God
Ghost Chefs Chapter 6
“What have you come up with from your investigation?“ Drew asked Mason as he watched him glide into the living room from the front door. “So far, nothing tangible“ Mason replied, shaking his head with a sad expression. “You?" “Same. No trace of us at all“ Drew was disappointed at the outcome of their investigation. They had been trying to find the reason why they were ghosts, and anything that could give them an insight into who they were before they died There were no clues to finding their bodies or even a tomb with their names on it. It seemed like someone had deliberately wiped any trace of their existence.But, why?“Let's just hope Calvin comes up with something," Mason sighed. "Hopefully . That's if he doesn't get distracted playing tricks on stubborn teenagers." “No, I just made a little diversion on the way," Calvin said from behind them.“Speak of the devil and he appears," Mason scoffed. "I would prefer you say, speak of the angel, and he flaps his wings. Why would y
Ghost Chefs Chapter 7
I groaned as I flopped onto my back. My alarm clock was beeping, trying to get my attention. With much effort, I slung my hand down on top of the button, silencing its battle cry. I had hoped that yesterday was a nightmare that could have been easily forgotten but, to my dismay, it couldn't have been false. After my mini-battle with Gerald, I was so pissed off that I stormed out of the office and went back home. It wasn't until I got a call from Cassie asking for my whereabouts, that I realized I had forgotten to report back to her on how my interrogation with the greedy Monkey went. After explaining everything to Cassie and allowing her to let out her blazing fury towards Gerald on the phone, I had hit the bed intending to take a break from the annoying event of the day. But it seemed that my body needed more rest because my alarm was the only thing alerting me that it was a new day already. Shaking the memory of the previous day's terrors from my head, I stood up from the bed
Ghost Chefs Chapter 8
Drew meandered out of the house through the window onto the busy street of New York. The sounds of cars honking, people shouting attempting to hail a cab and the hurried footsteps of workers on the pavements were not enough to distract him from his thoughts. He was greatly disturbed by how to find an answer to all the questions that were going through his head.Deep down he felt like a failure because he wasn't able to help his brothers in finding the truth about their identities. It has been three years already, and they still have no clue as to who they were or if they even had a family. Would they remain like this forever? "If we are dead for good, isn't there supposed to be a white light for us to go through?“ Drew grumbled. Giving up on the disturbing thoughts, he set out into the streets of New York with no destination in mind. ~~~~~ Amanda's PovI got ready for work and headed out after having a fantastic breakfast. Don't worry, I made sure to check if I was putting on the
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