Cakes, Papers And Us

Ch 7

“Do you have the contract ready?” Marc asks his PA the moment he entered with his morning coffee, the latter stop mid-step, and sighs, “Yes sir, I’ll bring it in soon,”

“Here you are,” the male politely place the wanted item and Marc took it with a small, “Thanks,” reading the contents and smiling as it was as to how he liked it, hoping the female, Amaya Peterson, would agree.

“Now I only need to find her, let’s see what she looks like, her channel on YouTube is FoodiesLover, the owner of CCL's Cafe, f*******:, and i********: at CCLC_Lovers,” he glances at the small post-it note from his PA, fingers quick to type the words on his phone, looking at the pictures in the i********: and f*******: profile, there were no pictures of her, just cakes, pastries, various types of bread, and other delicacies there. 

He had to give the woman credit, there was a lot of feedback from her customers and they all seemed happy with her work. He’s also in awe at her work in decorating cakes using all types of medium, and apparently, whenever this woman comes up with a new sweet recipe, she’d post about it the day before and gives out as freebies the following day, if the customers give good feedback, they’d make it a permanent or a special menu.

Just as he opens YouTube, his door opened with a bang and Tyson enters grinning along with his PA tailing behind him, much to Marc’s annoyance, “What are you doing here? Don’t you have work? Or are you incapable of working now?” he didn’t look up from his phone as he scrolls the video playlist from her channel, picking out which should he watch first.

“I was bored,” he slumps just as his PA place a folder in front of him, “What’s this?” Marc ignore his best friend as he still felt annoyed by last week’s event, “A surprise,” his PA answers with meaning and he could not understand.

“What surprise?” he frowns when he took the folder away from Tyson when he reaches for it, “Read it, sir, I’m sure you’ll be happy, it just came from the delivery boy,” his PA starts to grin like Tyson and he grew more confused.

Reading the contents of the folder, Marc realized it was a proposal, it contained similar contents of what he just witness from social media and for a moment he was puzzled, “She sent these?” he stares dumbfounded at the grinning male who nods enthusiastically.

He looks at it again, all the information was there, there was even a list of cakes and a menu of her delicacies attached, she apparently had thought it out before she could reach out to him, one of my clients must've talked to her, if not how else would she suddenly sent these to me in time of need, this makes my job much easier...

“I guess sir, I think she too wants to join our company because it states she would gladly have her cafe under us as a catering service and she herself could give her service as our in house baker,”

“Who are you two talking about?” Tyson takes the folder and this time Marc lets him, he had finished reading, “Amaya? Does she want to join you now? But Mia just told me she hates the idea of working under someone and expanding her cafe?” 

Tyson’s last words came out like a question and Marc was sure his best friend didn’t mean to talk aloud, “What are you talking about dude? Do you know this baker?” Tyson looks at Marc like he grew two heads at the inquiry.

“Do I know this baker?” Tyson repeats the question to his friend and the latter nods, not understanding why he looked like Marc was dumb, “Are you really asking me if I know this baker?” he asks again and Marc exhales loudly, tired, “Dude!”

“Okay! Okay! Of course, I know her! Dude, you just met her last week!” Tyson laughs at Marc and his PA’s confused faces, “Oh my god! Wait till I tell Mia about this! This is golden!” he was slapping his tight as he wheezes, while his friend was trying hard not to throttle him.

Marc's glare was ignored completely as he continues to laugh his heart out, but Marc didn't get the joke, he didn't understand why his best friend was having so much fun over his confusion.

“Tyson Andrews! What are you talking about!?” he felt his eye twitch when his friend did not cease down his laughter, signaling his PA out, he went over to Tyson and wanted to punch him sober when the male stopped and put defenses up his face.

“Okay! Okay! It’s Maya! You meet her last week! Remember? Mia’s cute, short and hot friend that I left you with?”

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah! Remember her?"

“Wait… you mean to tell me, that butter-Maya is… Amaya….?” Marc’s hand stopped midair from his assault as Tyson’s word registered his mind, “YES! OMG, you really didn’t know!” he nods as Tyson laughter roars again at Marc's revelation face. This time, he let him laugh his heart out because Marc felt cheated.

***

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact, how…?” Marc sighs as he was reminded of his last words to her, “Let's agree today never happened and try to avoid making our idiotic best friends set us up again,”

“Why? Still can’t believe it? You literally just watched a video of her baking and the reuploads of her live from f*******: and i********:, what’s wrong now?” Tyson had been ever so kind to explain to Marc, despite his annoyance, who Amaya was and what she does for a living, for the past 30 minutes as he watched a few recipe tutorials from her YouTube channel, all the while he still felt like an i***t.

The baker I've been looking for was with me for a few hours last week and I had no effin clue!

“What did you mean earlier, she hates the idea of working under someone and expanding her cafe?” he nudges Tyson who looked like he was about to drool from staring at the pictures of her pastries.

“Mia gave Maya a few suggestions to expand her business and one of them is to work under you, but she refused, saying she’s not interested, apparently, the day we introduced you two, Mia wanted to tell you but Maya made sure she won’t say a word to you, so… yeah,” he shrugs at the end as he went back to staring at his phone, “Honestly I see no problem but I guess she changed her mind?”

“Yeah maybe,” Marc mumbles as he looks at her picture without glasses, he had found her personal i********: account and thankfully, it was open to the public, he whispers to himself, “Why does she look familiar?” his fingers absentmindedly trace her picture as if that would help him recall where he’d seen her.

“What’d you say?” Tyson looks up from his phone but Marc was quick to keep his phone and huffs, “Nothing, I said nothing,” he frowns.