Risky Contract

Emma's POV

I paced around my baking room confused about what next to do, I hadn't really heard of such a delicacy nor had I come across it in grandma's cuisine booklet. Molly stood by the door staring at me blankly.

"You could have just told that woman off rather than accept something you can't come up with." She broke the long silence in annoyance wearing a big frown on her face.

"How could I tell her off? Don't you think about our bakery's reputation? If we can impress that seem-to-be rich woman, who knows the opportunity that we may come across through her?" I sighed placing my hand on my forehead, Molly fell silent.

"Have you checked her identity? She mentioned to be a Mrs. Dakota..?" I asked cryptically staring at Molly.

"There are thousands of Dakota's online, I can't search for hers" Molly informed sadly poking her nose slightly.

"I need to do something... I really need to think of something" I muttered in a low tone to myself as I walked closer to my baking table.

"Ms. Emma can I...?" Molly began but I didn't hesitate to cut her off, she was distracting my brain from racking.

"Please leave, I'll call you in when I'm done," I spoke bit by bit so as not to let anger overshadow me.

"Sure, sure," She nodded her head and left my baking room, I exhaled in relief.

"Huntsman Pie and Italian Easter pizza---" As I spoke, a very sharp hint flashed in my mind and I quickly approached my bag bringing out my phone.

"Why was I killing myself when there's Google?" I chuckled as I hastily went online to search for the strange orders.

"Bingo!" Luckily, I saw the recipes and ingredients to be used in making the strange orders successful.

"So the little guy isn't asking for a planet after all" As I went through the recipe, I noticed it was easier said than done.

The delicacies were very difficult to make and if a chef isn't careful, there may be faults. It was my first time making these new orders, I hadn't watched any tutorials yet, and nor did I have much time on my side. But, I needed to satisfy this woman's grandson.

I started preparing and searching for the ingredients to use for this special order and of course, flour was constant.

The instructions were so bogus to learn at a blow, there are instructions for the pastry and the filing. For the first time in my life, I felt I hadn't started yet in my catering career.

Just the Huntsman pie took me almost four hours to make before I entered the Italian Easter pizza, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Who's it?" I shouted trying not to lose focus on the ongoing tutorial.

"Ms. Emma, the woman, and her grandson are making a ruckus. They ask that you hurry" Molly sounded devasted and frantic behind the door, I nodded as if she was inside with me.

"I'm rounding up. Hold on" I assured her and I heard her exhaling deeply before leaving the door.

Truly, I was almost done with the filing and oven setup.

"The orders are here!"

"Wow!"

"It looks tasty."

Some patrons and staff whispered between themselves in astonishment as I and Molly gently placed the delicacies on the table in front of the woman and her grandson.

"C'mon honey, have a taste." The old woman persuaded her grandson in a sweeter tone with a little smile on her face.

"I don't want to eat this, she wasted a whole lot of my time" the little guy frowned sighing heavily.

Isn't he being so wicked and ungrateful? I spent over seven hours trying to make this up and here he is blabbing nonsense. I exhaled softly trying to get a hold of myself, it's not as if I have an anger issue but it's better safe than sorry.

"Hello young boy, I'm so sorry for the delay. I had to add some special ingredients to make sure you enjoy every bit of it" I let out a toothy smile and the little guy stared at me blankly, his grandma just mopped.

"Please have a try" I took the fork up from the table handing it over to him, and he confusingly collected the fork from me.

"Aries honey, have a taste. Quickly" the old woman made a come back patting his shoulder gently.

"I'll. You don't have to touch me," The little guy shrugged off his grandma's hand and slowly cut some part of the Huntsman pie.

As he chewed delicately, both I and the staff with the patrons stared anxiously at him waiting for his reaction.

"It's not so bad" he retired back to the seatseat dropping the fork on the clothed table which had tissue beneath it.

"I want another set of these. It's delicious!" the little guy who was arrogant a few minutes ago was holding a stare full of admiration and anxiety.

"I can but not today, we are running out of stock and have other orders to attend to," I said politely as much as I could so as not to offend him.

"What do you mean? Whatever my grandson desires, he must get!" the old lady paranoid annoyingly, other patrons decided to mind their business while my staff drifted away slowly except for Molly.

"What do you intend I do ma? I've satisfied your son as I promised. If he wish for more, he could order tomorrow or hire some private cook" I stood my ground as a business woman speaking confidently.

Even if I was a caterer working for people, I couldn't let people override me beyond my wishes.

"Grandma, why hesitate? Hire her. I want her to personally make Italian Easter pizza and Huntsman pie for me, every day!" The little guy complained arrogantly pestering his grandma, I watched them in surprise until the woman raised her gaze at me then I took my eyes off; a little.

"Young lady, what do you say if I strike an order with you?" The woman placed her hand on her forehead sighing in exhaustion.

I felt pity for her, where's her child? I mean the parent of this child? They wouldn't have stuck this old lady up with this load of a child. Yeah, the little guy was very cute though but his attitude was a big barrier.

"And, what's the deal?" I asked after a brief moment of silence staring at the woman and back at her dominant grandson anxiously.

"Since my grandson loves your meal, I'm sure my son will too. I want you to be the new food manager in my son's company and also a private nanny to my grandson." The woman paused scratching her upper nose while I watched her in annoyance.

"I'll pay you whatever you wish for.. name the price" the woman added confidently and I smirked.

"Do I look like one interested in such a deal?" I took a step backward and then forward again.

"You should go online or set some bill post to hire a nanny or delivery guy for your sons. I'm highly not interested in this deal" I crossed my arms.

"I've satisfied your son's desire, you better pay the bills and leave," I said as politely as I could even when I was already pissed off, the woman and her grandson stared at me in admiration.

"Grandma, you really must hire her else I'll skip classes and never eat again, I will fall sick and make things hard for my dad" the little guy continued ranting while the old woman shushed him trying to control his persistence.

"She doesn't want it, honey, how about we call Auntie Su from Korea?" the woman suggested lovingly but the little guy resisted shaking his head in disapproval.

"Ma, your bill is $5890" Molly broke their conversation courteously holding up her jotter after giving them a dekko.

"I'm not leaving until you fulfill my grandson's wish. Do you want me to close down this thing you call business?" For someone begging for another's help, she's sure way too proud.

"Madam," I lowered my head, staring at the woman and back at the son.

"I'm accepting no..." I began but got cut off by the little guy's beautiful light ocean-blue eyes that were slowly gathering tears.

I felt so frail and didn't know what to say. I couldn't bring myself to hurt this cute boy, he was still a kid.

I fell silent unsure of what to say.