Chapter Eleven

Axel.

"You became her patient?" Wesley threw his head back like he had just been teleported to some opposite realm. This man was crazy and he had no one to tell him the truth. On the dinner table; he asked as the chef placed the dinner in his presence. He cleared his throat and waited. Back in his penthouse, he had humans working, none of them knew of his identity. They all believed he was a boss. They all had their rumors and suspicions but none of them had been proven.

Axel sniffed the whip of his dinner. His all time favorite; Deep fried turkey with potatoes, and for the main dish. Chicken; rice and pasta. He was on a business trip to Italy some centuries ago. He saw and fell in love with the cooking skills of a chef. Chef Robert.

He immediately taught the man how to write, chef Robert was illiterate. A slow learner but he could cook and the heavens would send rain as a reward for his works.

Chef Robert wrote Cook books but no one could cook like him, Axel did something instead. In