So for once, I decided to be patient and listen to my cooking instructor. I was famished but decided to do as he had saidI scraped the spatula diligently along the sides and bottom of the pan. If I could wait this long to eat then it would be better to have a scrumptious meal than one that tastes like pigs vomit because I decided to murder it out of my impatience. After all the time was already far gone. “Okay, how would you like the texture of your egg?“ Drew asked. I snorted. “What? Do eggs also have texture?“ I asked He smacked his lips. “As a matter of fact, yes, they do "Why? That's ridiculous,“ I said before going back to the task he had assigned to me. "Because everyone has a preference when it comes to food.“ I snorted. “Then I guess I'm not like everyone because I don't have a preference. As far as it's edible I don't have a problem.“ Drew laughed at my response. “Thats right. You're definitely different from others," he muttered. I pretended not to hear what he had

"Hmm, something smells amazing," Calvin said as he entered the house. Thank God I muttered silently. I was so happy that the noisemakers were back in the house. I didn't mind their presence at the moment so long as it would keep Drew away from me. I don't know what has come over that ghost but the effect he has on me is not something I could describe. His husky voice had sent me into a fantasy land where I wanted that voice to say so many other things to me as it did some wicked things to me with his fingers. Get a grip, Amanda I scold myself.“Yeah, I wonder who prepared something. It smells like scrambled eggs,“ Mason said sniffing the air around him.“Yes, it does. Probably Drew prepared something out of boredom," Calvin suggested. What?! Do these ghosts mean to say that I can't prepare anything? "It would please your sorry ass to know that I prepared it and not your brother,“ I informed them.“Oh, it's panda, I didn't see you there for a moment,“ Calvin laughed. I knew he

'Hello," I answered back. I had to be certain that I heard correctly. “Yes, who am I speaking with?“ The voice replied to me. I cleared my throat, gaining my composure before I replied. “Am I speaking with Mrs Maria de Capo?“ I asked. Drew and his brothers were looking at me expectantly willing to hear the report that I had indeed called the right person. I placed the phone on speaker as we all awaited the reply of the person on the other end of the line. It felt like minutes had passed as we waited for her to reply. Finally, the long-awaited words we wanted to hear were spat out by the lady. “Yes, you're speaking with her," she answered back. We all let out the breath that we had been holding. I believed we all didn't even realise that we were holding our breaths because of anticipation and worry. I was worried that Maria might have changed her number and the person who answered the call was a different person. I dont know what was going through the minds of Drew and his br

"Were there three other chefs working with him?“ I asked."Yes, from what I could remember they were three others,‘ she confirmed. “But, that wasn't in the report you wrote," I informed her. "Oh, the report was mainly about William. You see, William was the son of one of my cousins and he needed help in boosting the fame of their restaurant," she said.“Okay, I get that but if they were as good as you claimed why were they not recognised in the city?“ I asked, confused about the whole explanation. "That's because they were just young graduates from school,“ she told me. “They had just graduated from culinary school and the other three weren't natives of New York. They were immigrants if you know what I mean," she said. Yes, I understood her point. It's kind of hard for those who aren't from the City to make it there especially when it involves starting up a business. "So, where was their restaurant located?" I asked her. "Umm,“ she said, trying to recall the address. “Last I rem

“Seriously, we've all been moving around in circles. What's our next course of action?“ Calvin asked, his voice higher and stronger than I'd ever heard before. There was no response from Mason and Drew. Their heads were both bent down and they were deep in contemplation. Honestly, I don't see anything worth thinking about. The best thing would be to investigate with whatever information we have."Okay guys," I said, drawing their attention toward me. “That's enough thinking. You guys are behaving like a pregnant woman who is in labour and it's killing my vibes. So, I need you guys to snap out of your weird thoughts and focus on the task at hand," I said, breathing heavily after my speech. I never thought I would be the one giving this speech because let's be honest, I'm not that kind of person. I know that they know that and the whole world knows it. "What are we focusing on?“ Mason asked. "Did you guys not hear any of what Maria said?“ I asked them, surprised at the question from