The Legend of Divine Mystics - Chapter 2.2
“Aah! I’m gonna be so late! Patty is gonna kill me. I will meet you after work, Mr. Liberia.”
I brisked and sauntered towards the bakery, or rather, my death.
Ok, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration.
As I reached the Gawen intersection, I could feel the anger radiating from Mrs. Bake from all the shouting that came from the bakery’s direction.
I increased my pace and practically ran at full swing.
Perhaps, marching towards my death wasn’t an exaggeration. I tried to calm myself to get ready to face her wrath. When I entered the shop, I greeted the girl behind the counter and then held my breath. Here comes Mrs. Grumpy Bake.
“Anuja, do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you?! You know we need to prepare the cake for tonight’s wedding, bake the bread for the daytime ceremony, and prepare the sweets for the reception.” Spittle followed her every word.
I knew it.
I’m dead and no one can save me today. After all, that big grumpy Bake had always hated me, because, in her mind, I didn’t belong in this community.
She would definitely fire me today. I shouldn’t have wasted my time gossiping around. But what she did next was totally unexpected.
After a long and calm sigh, she said, “What are you waiting for? Get to work! Or do you want to lose your job? Do you think the cake can prepare itself?!?”
I just couldn’t believe my ears. The Mrs. Bake who never missed a chance to torture me, and was eager to look for a reason to toss me out on the streets, suddenly let me off so easily.
Well, whatever the reason was, I have to concentrate on my work. So I went to the kitchen and started to make preparations for baking.
But something wasn’t right.
That’s when I realized that I was the only one in the kitchen. I went to the storefront a moment later to inquire about it, but before I could ask, the answer came by itself.
“What?! Oh, are you here to ask about Katie and Sam? They’re on leave, so you gotta hurry it up since we don’t have much time.”
Grumpy old Bake had spoken in a nonchalant manner and gave me a disdainful look, that was the signal that I should return to my work.
Now, I know why she didn’t kick me out. She didn’t have a choice. I was the only baker available in the shop today. I thanked the gods for, at least, keeping my job safe before I returned to my work station.
After four hours of heavy baking, I finished what I had to do and left for the Brown household.