Chapter eight- I am hungry
It was a sunny day and he was busy typing on his computer, the sun was so scorching that he could feel the heat even though he sat in an air conditioned room. Fred moves his body to remove his suit to be more comfortable suddenly, he feels an ache in his stomach and he remembers that apart from the tea and bread he had taken early in the morning, he hadn’t eaten anything else.
He looked at the watch on the wall and back at his wrist watch. It was then, he said to himself,
“I am hungry, how come there’s no food for me? Have they forgotten about me because my father is still in here?”
He picks up the telephone and dials number one without thinking. No one answers and he dials number two, someone picks this time and he speaks without checking out who the person on the other line is,
“Why is there no food for me? Should I order food from outside while I am busy working?”
Silence answers him and he burst out angrily,
“I am hungry goddamit. Someone should get me something to eat or order some food from a restaurant for me.”
The person on the other end clears his throat and speaks,
“Son, is this how you are going to handle the company? It’s one o’clock and lunch time is over. So you have no choice but to wait till dinner as the food is cooked in proportions, when it’s over, they throw away the leftovers.”
What? He shouts in the phone and continues,
“You better tell them to cook me something. Didn’t the matron attend the meeting this morning? Or is he trying to make enemies with me? Which number is the kitchen's number, they may have prepared but forgot to bring it up after bringing yours. I can’t work on empty stomach.”
"You are the CEO, you should know which number you should call at the appointed time. Didn’t I give you a leaflet for those petty information?"
Fred, had no time to argue with his father, what mattered to him at that moment was food which could stop his stomach ache. So, he doesn’t bother to say anything but hanged up.
He tells him the number and he dials number five, on the second beep, someone picks up and he says to him,
“If I am speaking to the matron, bring my lunch in in five minutes otherwise face the consequences.”
He is about to hang up but he hears him saying,
“Oh my God, I am doomed. I thought he face the secretary the approval to eat his lunch. Now what do I …”
“What did you just say? Which secretary?”
He cuts him off and asks, the anger in his voice very obvious.
“Miss Tilda volunteered to take your food to you. I went out to the dinning hall a few minutes back and realized she has devoured your food as well. No what do I do?”
Fred’s chest started rising and slowing down when he heard the matron’s words, the thought that came in mind was,
‘So, this Tilda thinks that she is on top of the world because she has my father’s support right? Let me teach her a thing or two and she will know the boss of this company.’
He sighs at the end of the phone and says to the matron,
“I want you to make as much food as you can in thirty minutes but make sure it is for four people. I am having guests and I want to feed them. Don’t worry, I will give you some money to buy the ingredients you used so you won’t loose during dinner.”
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She finishes as much and massages her stomach slowly. She smiles and thinks,
‘Rose, I can’t remember the last time that I have ate to my fill in this way. This is one of the advantages of working with the Royals.’
She gets up from he seat and realizes that, she is the last person to leave the hall. Tilda looks around and suddenly felt ashamed of her actions but what could she do? She remembers Jacob eating with her before and she holds her cheeks blushing and she thinks,
‘He might be thinking that, how can a beautiful lady like this eat so much? I should have hidden this part of me very well but I revealed myself in just the second day. This is all because of that CEO. Now, what next should I punish him with? Hmm, let’s think about something tomorrow Rose.’
She makes her way to the elevator and comes out on the last floor. Then, she thinks,
‘I don’t even know my office, I should ask my so called boss where he wants me to be.’
She walks closer to his door and knocks on it, almost silently but enough for the person inside to hear her knocking.