The Grateful Rejection novel Chapter 8

"MAAAA!! LOOK AT JACOB!! HE ATE MY BACON!!" Arora screeched and yelled at Jacob as he smugly ate her bacon

"Eat your own food, dipshit!!" Ariana snapped at Andrew as he went to take the sausage kept on her plate. Andrew pouted, "Is this the way to talk to your elder brother, Ari?" Andrew said trying to guilt trip Ariana, who just rolled her eyes, "Well young sister are also not supposed to kick out her ELDER brother's fling everyday saying they'll call her back" she said making Drew scrunch his face.

"MAAA!! HE DID IT AGAIN!! I AM GOING TO KICK HIS ASS TO OTHER REALM!!" Arora finally snapped as squirted the bottle of ketchup on her brothers face making his gasp. That's all it took as a fight began, food flying around along with wooden spoon and empty bowl. I sat on the couch with Stephan eating my cereals watching the scene unfold with amusement.

Mom and gone to the pantry to look for something else a few minutes ago as dad wanted to eat something different. Dad followed after her as he too wanted to help her.. sureeee. It weirded us out, but we were toooo freaked out to ask.

Ariana threw a poached egg on Andrew, hitting him in the left eye. The yellow yolk slid down his cheeks, leaving a trail of sticky smelly yolk and it got stuck in his beard meanwhile Jacob poured orange juice all over Arora's hair, knowing fully well how much she HATES when someone tried to ruin her hair. Arora screamed bloody murderer and punched her brother square in his jaw. Andrew snarled at Ariana and went to kitchen and came out with a bowl that had pancake batter in it. Ariana screeched and ran with Andrew hot in her tail. I heard Stephan belly laugh, I turned to look at him with my mouth full of cereals.

He had his phone out recording everything. I started chewing faster when I heard Ariana yelled on top of lungs and lunged on Andrew and strated pulling his hair. Andrew grabbed her ankle and pulled her upside down and as she was tightly gripping his hair, him pulling her only resulted in more hair being pulled out of his scalp. It was all a mess and I was thoroughly enjoying the show with wide eye and a creepy smile on my face.

Mom came running from pantry with her hair disheveled and lips swollen followed by dad who didn't look any better.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS HOUSE???" Mom yelled making everyone freeze. Mom was glaring at everyone except for me and Stephan, dad came beside her with a disapproving and.. frustrated? Look on his face. Suddenly my nose twitched, I took in the most horrendous smell, Mamma-Papa's arousal.

"MOomm!!" I scrunched up my face in disgust, "Seriously?? When we were literally next door??" I shuddered in revulsion. I was about to leave when mom's voice boomed, "You're going no where young lady! Stay right there. How do you think we had your siblings??" She snapped at me making me pout.

She put her hand on her hips, "Line up" she said calmly.

Oh shit!

I heard everyone's heart stop for a second.

"NOW!" She said making us all stand in no order in particular.

"Now who started it?" She asked with a murderous look on her face, making me gulp even though I didn't do anything.

"Jacob ate my bacon!" Arora said crossing her arms

"She had more bacon than me!" Jacob pointed a finger at Arora.

I was the valedictorian when I graduated my masters, soon after that I began working with international chefs while also investing money on expanding the bakery. In the end of that year I decided to make a restaurant above Cakery, called Aurelia's. So there is a Cakery under a multi cuisine restaurant.

Within a year Aurelia's became so famous that it was mentioned as one of the top restaurant in the world. Months after working with world renounced chef I left and started working full time in the Cakery and Aurelia's. I became a food critique just a year ago, it was one of the most prestigious title I was ever given.

I headed for my office while greeting every employee with cold eyes but a kind smile. As soon as I reached, I hurriedly changed my clothes to my work clothes, i.e a black chef jacked lined with red and black trousers. Thank God for the uniform is made up of pure cotton or else I would have died in the kitchen due to heat stroke.

Some of the special treats in the Cakery were only made my me, like gourmet chocolates, cookies, soufflés and Crème brûlée. I prepare them every day and keep it in the fridge and when ever a customer wants to order either soufflés or Crème brûlée, they'll be served with ones just out of the oven.

There are six chefs with six assistant chefs with each of them. They all make different cuisines ranging from Italian to French to Mughlai and many more. But there is a special menu, those cuisines are made by me, they are available to customers from 12 pm to 5 pm, after that they won't get any food made by me.

I start making all the things for the bakery and within two hours I was done with everything, I called one of the bakers and told him to keep an eye on the cookies. I went inside the kitchen once again a and washed off all the dirty cutleries I used. It was already 12 by the time I went in the restaurant, the rush today was considerably moderate seeing that sometimes people have to stand outside the restaurant in a big line.

I was done from work by 6, I was exhausted by then. I went home slouching accompanied by Arora who was in the same state. Arora is an accountant in the bakery and restaurant. We came back home looking like zombies. Mom was sitting on the long couch reading some magazine while Dad was laying down with his head on mom's lap, watching TV. Mom cooed us both and told us to sit while she went to get some water for us. I sat down next to dad and put my head on his shoulder. I took his hands and played with his fingers. I didn't know when but while playing I dozed off in the warm embrace of my father.