My mother opened the curtains to my room and said, "Yenji, get up, breakfast is ready, the food is waiting for you."

Another gorgeous day is here. We will absolutely collaborate for work once more. Nobody will get paid if I don't do something; that's a first child's duty.

I stretched my arms out and said, "How are you and our baby doing today?"

She grinned and replied, "Good morning, Yenji, we're all right."

I respond, "That sounds good." I said to myself, "I better get ready."

"After you take a bath, go downstairs where I've prepared some breakfast. I'll insist on preparing your dress." Mom remarked.

I smiled and fix my bed, saying, "Okay, thank you mom."

She replied, "Welcome, princess." I offer my tender gaze to my mother and she say, "By the way, Regine texted you earlier." She inquired, "Did she order some?"

"Yes, I think you owe me a trip to the market later." I suggested. "Dad's with Skye later, isn't dad?" I inquire.

"Yes, she's with your father." She said, "Get up now. Since your cousins aren't here, I'll come with you."

I remarked, "We're going to do some bonding this weekend. They're doing something right now. Today is dad's day off, right?"

She clarified, "Yeah, that's why he's with Skye."

I stated, "Okay, I'm just making sure."

I only needed to get ready and resume my task. I had a shower after Mom had left my room. I recalled that, I had experienced bullying in elementary school as a result of the way my mother dressed me. 'Do you not have good taste in clothing?' They characterize me using those words, they say. All I'm saying is that, regardless of what my mother clothed me in, I'm proud of it because it shows, in my opinion, that she cares about me and enjoys dressing me, despite her lack of fashion sense.

She asserted that she is adept at dressing, although she lacks the authority to buy appropriate attire because we're lack of copper to purchase. She said that she had been spoil with designer clothes when she was younger and that, for unknown reasons, she no longer has the right to do so.

As soon as I've finished tidying up my room and myself, I leave. I walked downstairs to the dining room. I just need to set the table with dishes and spoons because Mom has already made some breakfast.

I looked around and asked, "Mom, where's dad and Skye?"

Mom explained, "They're still sleeping, it's still early, so I didn't bother them. We are heading to the market, so I woke you up first."

"Ahh, we still don't have some groceries." I acknowledged while tapping my hand on my brow.

She said, "Let's eat together so we can go quickly," and I nodded.

My plate and my mother's plate already have food on them. We ate it quickly, which allowed us to finish it. Mom wasn't used to dressing casually, so she didn't.

Mom inquired, "Do you have a budget for the ingredients?"

"We will buy a lot of groceries because Regine and her coworkers requested a lot." I remarked, "And yeah, I have some saved money, I'll going to use it first."

"Ah, that's fantastic" she muttered.

I persuaded her, "That sounds fine, right?" She nodded in agreement. "But I had a question: I had assumed Regine was employed by Filishen's principal business, so why was she ordering food if she worked for a food company?"

Mom speculated, "Perhaps they're not allowed to eat food from their firm."

"That is impossible because their company has a cafeteria called Filishen. If I were Regine, I would order food from Filishen, but Filishen's dishes are so expensive." I hissed.

"That's the solution," she murmured. Mom added, "She's usually ordering from you since she can't afford it."

I nodded and mumbled, "Ahh."

She speculates, "I bet their salary is considerable."

"Yes, I believe so," I replied. I continued, "Let's just go to the market."

Mom responded, heading towards their room, "Okay, I'll send our farewell to your dad."

I bade my father farewell before we departed. From here, Mom and I took a stroll to the market. If only my cousins were around, we would probably be driving or doing this ourselves. Mom shouldn't be tired because she's pregnant, but I have no choice because I won't be able to do it without her. It's a hassle for me to go to the public market with Jay, Codei, and Cyeon because they will insist on shopping in a private mall, which is much more expensive. Hyara and Cyrene are also working on something.

Mom pointed out the beef to me and remarked, "This one seems fresh."

I calmly said, "First of all, mom, we don't need meats. We're looking for chicken breast."

"Ah, I assumed we will going to use it, but just put that meat there, we might need it for lunch or dinner," she said.

I push the cart and make my way to the chicken section while saying, "Let's go find some chicken."

Mom phoned me and when she approached me, she asked, "Are you cooking some steaks?"

I said, "Nah, but I'm making some BBQ."

Mom enquired "Do you have bread and a vegemite can?"

"Yes," I said, pointing to the vegemite can and bread, "I have put it in here."

She mumbled, "Nice."

I questioned my mother, "Why are you talking about steaks? Do you want me to cook you some?"

She begs, "If it's good with you, will you buy and prepare a beef steak for me?"

I winked at her, "Of course, anything for my mum," and she giggled in response.

The chicken breast was placed in the cart. I look at my mother as she searches for various vegetables and steak.

"Do we still have the main ingredients, Mom?" I inquire.

"What main?" she questioned.

"I referred to pepper, garlic, onion, tomato sauce, sugar and such." I mentioned.

Mom said, "Yeah, we still have."

"Okay, I believe this is all enough to say," I remarked.

Mom said, "Yeah, let's go to the counter."

I'm going back home with my mom to make lunch for Regine's order and for us also. Australian-inspired foods are what we're making, and the company's boss is allegedly an Australian. Skye was awake, but I ignored her, cause I had things to do. Vegemite Toast, Barbecued Snags, and Chicken Parmigiana are the recipes for today. Regine asked me to prepare for her coworkers, therefore all the recipes are expensive; in a way, it's hassle.

We were making our other food when my phone rang; I answered it because Regine was on the other line.

I mumbled "Hello." into the phone.

She informed me, "Hello, We can't have lunch at 12 o'clock, so I expect you to be here by eleven, and President Walter's food is on you as well, so you really need to come early."

I remarked, "I promise to be there in 30 minutes." as I hang up the phone.

Mom abruptly said, "Is Regina in a hurry?"

I hurried and said, "Yeah, she mentioned that, we need to get it to them by exactly eleven."

"Okay, let's just get it ready quickly," she said.

They should be eating lunch by 11 o'clock, so Mom and I finished the food we were preparing. Good thing that Skye isn't sobbing, that's way dad can assist us. The food is being packaged on the styrofoam by Dad.

I screamed in despair, "Dad already called a taxi, I'm going!"

Mom said, "Okay, take care." She queries, "Are you with your motor?"

"No, I have a lot of orders, my motor can't take it" I hurry to my dad and hop in the car, saying, "I'm going." I bid my dad farewell.

Dad callate a taxi and had the food load to the car. My motor can't handle the amount of food we made. I stopped by Walter LLC.

I point to my heavy foods and say, "Hey, pardon me Sir, can you help me with those?" the guard from Walter LLC walk towards me.

He asked respectfully, "Okay, Ma'am, where will I store those foods?"

I respond, "In the cafeteria, sir." As soon as he arrived in the cafeteria, he set the food on the table. I give him a "thank you, sir." and a grin.

The guard seems so worn out. He stayed beside me, but I stopped caring about him. They said they'd eat here, so I'll just wait for them here. After a while, Regine contacted me again, and I immediately picked up the phone.

I said, "Hello" when I picked up the phone.

She answered the phone, "Hello," adding, "Please deliver to our tables here in our workplace, as we are not allowed to go for lunch early but may eat here."

"They won't let me in," I complained over the phone.

She informed, "I alerted President Walter that you will come here, then serve him lunch, and enter his office because his secretary is not there." she laughed heartily over the phone,

I asked, annoyed, "Why are you laughing?"

She answered, "Nothing, since President Walter is a jerk; maybe you won't be able to manage his nasty attitude."

I interrupted the statement with, "I can!"

I move in the guard's direction and say. "Please assist me in bringing this upstairs once more."

He questioned, "Sure ma'am, what floor?"

I respond, "In fifth floor."

I pleaded to the guard to take me to their office since I felt degraded. The food was placed on an open table after the guard led me to the fifth floor.

I offered him the food and said, "Sir, thank you for accompanying me."

He turned me down, saying, "It's my job, ma'am, no need for that."

"No, I insist. Let this be as a thank you for your thoughtfulness." I put the food in his hand and said, "You can no longer refuse it."

He bowed his head and said, "Thank you, ma'am."

I remarked, "Thank you as well," and he departed.

I received too much food from my mother. She said that even though we might become bankrupt, it's important to share your blessings, and she also stated in case someone else wanted to buy or I ran into a young beggar.

I said as I handed each person their lunch, "Hey, everyone, I'm handing it to you one by one. Thank you for ordering and have a wonderful day."

I went around the office and offered the food to each person. They were too preoccupied with their work, for me not to converse with them. I immediately bid them farewell after giving it to them because I will be going in President Walter's office on the 90th floor.

I said, "Thank you everyone," and turned to leave. I wave at them and say, "I already received your tolls by online payment. Thank you everyone, and I hope you all will order again."

I quickly ascended to the 90th using the elevator. No other office workers were with me in the elevator and I had already arrived. Regine said there wasn't a secretary at her table, so I knocked when I finally got out of the elevator and could only see one door, and her secretary's table beside the door.

A masculine voice with gravelly tones yelled, "Come in."

I grip the doorknob and open it gradually as he said I go. Vapor from the air conditioner left the space. A man with a good posture suddenly burst upon me. I advance in his direction. Swiveling in his chair, as he is watching the building across from his own. I turn to gaze at his office, which is decorated in a sophisticated black and gray theme.

He frowned into his phone, "No... I won't, just don't announce it... Then cancel it!!!... Don't bother to call again!!" he sighs heavily.

I fix my attention on his table. His table is tidy, and everything is in its proper place. His papers are thick on the left; perhaps they are for transactions. I study the front of the table where his complete name is written.

Walter LLC's president, Noah WyBralden Walter

That is what it says there. Describe LLC, What? I don't know that word. Nice name, Noah I prefer it than 'Way-bar-den' 'Barl-den'? Why is his name so peculiar? I'm unable to pronounce it correctly. Is he not utilizing some nicknames to obtain it quickly?

I commented while feeling nervous. "This is your meal."

As he hung up the phone, he responded, "Put the food there and go." I carried out his advice.

He isn't really that nasty or jerk; rather, he might not be a touch rigid when speaking to others. He might doesn't engage in in-depth discussions with other people.

I remarked, "Okay. Thank you for ordering my meal, P-President Walter." as I walked away.

I went away to avoid being insulted, but why didn't he even turn his head to look at me or give me a chance to see his face. He reminds me of Zainara, who is always ready to speak ill of me. They don't speak with the same sound, yet their phrase delivery is the same.

I could only see his hair and shoulders because he wasn't facing me, but he still has a nice appearance. His black hair is quite glossy. I love how he moves his shoulders.