The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 11. A Night with Cookies
Today was quite busy, I managed to get cooperation with a travel agent and become one of the cooperation partners for their restaurant, but I took for the second and third restaurants. This one I keep is not a tourist restaurant, because the deal with them I instead have to lower the price.
"Wow you succeeded Miss! Hilda who's been following our journey for a dozen years from my mother cheers for me."
"Not seen the money Hilda, they just paid our bills after 30 days. And it's only starting in February, only we have settlement guarantees."
"However this is good Miss, we have a fixed monthly income from the other two restaurants. It's very nice."
"We are also bidding to small inns if they want to cooperate with us. We might be able to include food as well by dividing the profits with them. But this only applies to the other two restaurants where the ingredients can be compromised and the price I can press. It can't be."
"Ohh about that, miss, I was just about to tell you. I've received a call they're interested in and want to talk to you. There are two inns that are interested Miss. It's thanks to our long-standing name here, I guess..."
"Ohh really? May, arrange a meeting with them immediately after Christmas tomorrow."
"Well Miss, right away..."
"Go home Hilda, the restaurant's closing soon."
Finally a little light at the end of the hallway, although I still have a lot to do. Last order was handled last guest is back, today's turnover is good. There was a lot of improvement from two months ago. And we received several bookings for office party for Christmas and New Year. After only making a thin profit for a few years at the end of this round I could see a good number.
The headlights are turned off, workers are cleaning up the restaurant, almost done. I sat at the corner table, still trying with my laptop to send some cooperation offers, record their email addresses to send tomorrow, these two other restaurants have to get regular income as soon as possible. Otherwise my investment won't be able to return. I sat where Dad used to sit. Up ahead too I don't want to go home like I can't sleep thinking about Valentina.
'Are you good?' I sent him a message. The reply shortly came.
'I'm good brother, calm down.' He's replying. At least he can still repay me.
Bova called me later. I lifted.
"Go home."
"What?"
"Why are you still sitting there by yourself."
"How can you see me?"
"I want to get back from my office and now pass in front of your restaurant..." Ohh yeah his office isn't far from my restaurant and had to pass me by should. I saw a BMW up ahead.
"I'll be home later."
"If you're sick, it's not good for anyone?
"You always keep your investments in good order?!"
"No offense, but now it is." I'm obviously offended to be treated as an investment. The base is too forthright.
"Go, I can take care of myself." I won't heed it.
"Hard-headed..." I hung up on him even though he wasn't done talking. I thought he'd give up and leave. But it turns out he turned and parked on the inside. What else do you want this anti-commitment Don Juan.
"What are you doing here?"
"Go home. It's already night..."
"A little while." I ignored his existence. Try hard to ignore it if you want to know. He breathed to see me.
"What are you doing here..."
"I emailed all the small inns and travel agents to offer cooperation."
"Don't be too hard on yourself." I didn't respond to him. I need to do this. Getting a surplus, making existing employees more useful.
"I need a lot of money, so don't say don't be too hard on myself."
"You can pay your lawyer fees next year or whenever you have money later. Don't get tired..."
"Thank you for your concern. I know my limits. I will not jeopardize your continued demands. Why are you still here..." He didn't answer me.
"There's snow outside..." I looked outside, sure enough there was snow falling. The air will be cold, last year I was still in Madrid. We are setting up cookies to share. Why did I forget to order cookies this Christmas. All of this has left me completely unfocused.
"Right as well, I had to set up a little cookie ..."
"What?" He was surprised I suddenly spoke.
"I have to set up cookies."
"Creating cookies? Now?!"
"Now!"
"It's 11 o'clock at night,..."
"I'll finish my cookies in two hours." Cookies are not difficult and I have all the ingredients and tools here and there are still staff left, I will give him extra overtime. It will be a nice Christmas present for customers. Why did I forget about it, the head chef changed three years ago. Mom always teaches that, we share cookies with customers here. But we forgot about it.
"Go home. I have a job."
"Can I help? I used to help round cookies."
"Go home, it's night." I expelled.
"My office is off tomorrow, let me help you. I'm serious about me being trained to make circles of cookies." He fell, I sighed looking at his smile. Oh, my God, what this Don Juan is doing in my kitchen.
"What's your payment? I didn't give you overtime, I just gave you a small bag of cookies."
"Agreed..." He immediately raised his thumb. Now I'm laughing.
This overly handsome Don Juan can make my cookies too sweet