CHAPTER ONE
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The wizard series starts with, well, ……… what most people would call. Normal. But that will shift as you ride along. So embrace yourself. I choose to make him an antihero protagonist rather than a good Samaritan. Because good Samaritans are mythical creatures in most cases, let’s just be realistic about that.
The bastard is going to make a bundle of mistakes, and you are free to exclaim, laugh and curse the smart-ass jerk as you travel along through the streets of Lusaka.
But don’t take yourself or any of my characters in my word too seriously. Life is too short for that absurdity. And you, as a reader, will soon find yourself chuckling at things you probably shouldn’t be laughing at. He is just that influential.
So, would you want to be the antihero wizard’s partner as he befriends or battles; wizards, werewolves, demon dragons, Costa Rican clown frogs, etc?
CHAPTER ONE
Car engines rumbled outside as the sun blossomed from behind the clouds. Radio cassettes playing different songs, people yelling here and there, which altogether made it challenging for Trevor to concentrate.
He frantically paced around his desk, in his brightly painted office. The cleanliness of his office was in stark contrast to his desk. He scattered papers and files around his crooning, open laptop. God knows why he did that. He stopped to read the news headline: “Three teenagers found dead on the great North Road. ” Trevor fretted, reaching for the steaming cup of coffee next to the laptop.
He ceased trotting and scoffed.
“And they thought they could bring me down pathetic,” he whispered.
He sat down on an oversized black leather chair.
Trevor, the owner of a well-known café called “The Mood Lift café”, had short, thinning black hair and light eyes. He was tall but not overly tall and no muscles to speak of. He was also dark in complexion. Furthermore, he had dressed in jeans, boots, a t-shirt that said, “Fairies are not real”, and a distressed leather jacket.
He had been building up his café for years. It was a labor of love that he prided himself on. Despite the café being old with antique furniture, its atmosphere comparable to the other cafés in the city. Some patrons had said it was even better.
Ten to fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang, letting him know a customer had walked in. He stood up, his eyes stopped flickering upon coming across an astonishing female figure.
Though she was a little petite, her body was curvy and had lapis lazuli eyes with blonde curled hair. She was black in complexion with a narrow face as smooth as porcelain. None of the men in the café could pull their eyes from her petite dress that sat almost too far above her knees as she swayed her hips for them.
While she was going towards his office, Trevor could see the desired intentions on his patrons’ faces through his office window.
He answered the door without procrastinating after she knocked.
“You can come in, please. ”
When she entered, he wore a grinning smile. Even someone who is miles away could see his teeth. The lady wondered why?
“Maybe it’s his way of making people feel relaxed around him,” she thought.
He glanced at her beautiful mouth and high cheek bones.
“You can take a seat. ”
His deep baritone voice oozed, gesturing for her to sit down. His gentle manner seemed to have made her shoulders relax a bit, since she was feeling down in the dumps at the thought of not getting whatever she wanted at the café.
“Thank you, sir. ”
No sooner had she sat down than he asked.
“What brings such a charming lady to my café?”
He took a sip from the cup of coffee he was drinking.
“I came across an advertisement on the internet, stating that you are looking for a waitress,” she spoke, trying to sound braver than she felt.
While they exchanged glances, he noticed on her facial expression that she was looking melancholy that anyone would sympathize with her.
“Have you worked anywhere as a waitress?” He asked, looking interested.
“Sure thing, sir, I once worked at a restaurant,” the woman responded.
“Oh, hope you are not trying to be mendacious with me, are you?” He asked, grinning at her.
She smiled too, showing her sparkling white movie star teeth and becoming clear, she got the humor.
“Hell no, sir, I’m not a mendacious person. Here is a letter. ” She handed Trevor the paper. “It is from my previous boss. I asked him to write it for me in case this happens. And he has included his numbers, you can call him if you don’t believe me. ”
He freed the letter and begun reading it, after ten to fifteen minutes. He glanced up at the woman and said, “Alright, I will call them later. ” His one hand caressing his beard, he stared up at the ceiling before he spoke again, “On second thought, I will call him now. ” There was a pause, then he yanked the phone out of his pocket, dialed the number on the paper and called.
A guy answered and told him she had worked there as a waitress.
After a couple of infinitesimals, he hung up the call and said to the woman, “looks like you were telling the truth,” he shot her an apologetic expression. “I will put you under surveillance for a week or two and see how you do. Some had come, but they did not impress me, and thus I had to let them go. If you perform effectively, the job will be yours,” he added.
“Thank you, thank you so much, sir,” she replied, her smile stretched wider. “I guarantee you won’t regret it. ” And her knotted ball of fear coiled like a spring.
“I hope so, young lady, and what is your name?” He asked politely.
“My name is Emma Chanda. ”
“Alright, Emma, your work starts today, there is a woman named Meaghan she will instruct you of what to do. ” She nodded and stood up. “Tell her to come to my office first. Meanwhile, you can look around and familiarize yourself, it will just take a few minutes,”
“Alright, I will call her. Thank you, once more, sir,” and she left, closing the door softly behind her. Things went better than she anticipated. It was not like looking in a crystal ball as the events predicted the events taking place.
When she left the office, she searched around for whom she should ask for, a woman named Meaghan. Then she spotted the clerk with half-moon spectacles perched on his crooked nose. He was sitting at his desk. She went to him and said, “pardon me, sir, morning. ”
“Morning,” the gentleman responded as he stared up at Emma.
“I’m looking for Meaghan, do you know her?” she inquired.
“Yes, I know her. She is right there,” he pointed to where she was.
“Thank you,” and she went away.
When she spun, she saw a lady with brunette, long curly hair talking to someone who looked like a customer. She put on a well-fitting, full necked dress that left her arms entirely bare. Her shoes were adorned with green and Crystal stones fake ones of course, also a flashy bracelet of identical design.
Upon arriving there, she tapped Meaghan’s left shoulder.
Meaghan turned and said, “yes. ”
“Hey, I’m from Mr. Trevor’s office, he is looking for you. ”
“Alright thanks,” And without delaying or ask Emma who she was, Meaghan went straight to Trevor’s office.
She knocked on the door, and he answered, “come in. ”
She went in, closed the door behind her and spoke gently, “sir there is a lady outside who informed me you are looking for me. ”
“Yes, I’m. You can have a seat,” she sat and then Trevor went on, “hope you have fired that lazy woman,” he looked at her.
“Yes, Mr. Mwansa, I have,” a smile stretched over her face.
“Good. For a second, I thought we would never get rid of her,” he sighed and went on. “Anyway, the lady that just called you will work as a waitress. Her name is Emma, so I need you to explain to her the rules and regulations, do you understand?” he said while rubbing his beard. They can sometimes itch, like someone has put poison ivy on them. She just nodded in confirmation, and he released her.
Meaghan got out of the office and went where Emma was standing.
“So Mr. Trevor has informed me you will work here, true?” Meaghan asked.
“Yes,” Emma responded.
“Outstanding, we can use a hand around here. Let’s go, I show you where you can change and put on the distinctive outfit for waitresses at our café. ” She grinned at her.
“Alright,” she studied Meaghan for a few seconds then shifted her eyes to look at what the other girls were wearing and asked, “but why aren’t you wearing one? Don’t you work here? Just idle speculating,” she added.
“I do, but Mr. Trevor promoted me as a manager a few weeks ago, that’s why I’m not wearing one. ”
“Oh, that’s splendid news. And this place looks wonderful, I admire what you have done with it. ” Emma said, while glancing from one place to another.
“Thanks, Mr. Trevor hired the finest interior designers, so all the credit goes to them,” Meaghan spoke. While they were going towards the changing room, Meaghan told Emma the rules and regulations of the café as Trevor instructed her.
When they went in the room, Emma glanced at the uniforms. It was a black flared dress, a white shirt and something like a black cloth around the neck.
“These uniforms a much better compared to the ones we wore at my earlier job.” Emma spoke.
“Really,” she replied leisurely.
“Yes, I like them,” Emma went and chose her uniform.
“I’m glad you like them,”
No sooner did they leave the room, then a man with a thick beard called out, “waitress!” And he folded his arms, waiting. The gentleman was tall, built like a woodsman. He was also black in complexion. He wore a pair of jeans with a shirt which had the avengers symbol on it. Also wore military-style boots, stylishly unlaced.
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