Streetlife

6 - A Stocked Fridge

LENA POV

"Lena who are these strange men in my kitchen? What is going on!" Aunt Reba asks coming to the door as Warbucks had shown up with Bruce and Sherman carrying cases of food. We had just gotten back from the doctors, which had taken far longer than I expected and we didn't even have time to go to lunch or shop for I needed to head back into the city in order to be back by three. But the fact that Warbuck's had shown up here I was now scared and worried that I messed up as he walks inside and I shyly smile at him and blush as he winks at me.

"Who are you, young man?" Aunt Reba slams her cane on the linoleum floor as I walk closer to her hoping to calm her. Last thing I wanted was for her to go off on him.

"Auntie, this is my boss."

"Hello, ma'am, wonderful to meet you. I am Michael." He takes my aunt's hand and gently kisses it and I'm not sure what she thinks. I just hope she doesn't say anything too off guard for I knew she could, but I was hoping Warbucks would understand if she did say something insulting. She had never met him before, and he had never shown up to my apartment and I'm wondering if I'm in trouble with him or what I did.

"And I can see where Lena gets her beautiful looks from." He grins from ear to ear as Aunt Reba shoots me a look, scowling away.

"Oh well honey maybe when I was in my prime!" She finally laughs as I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh well I thought you still were, Miss Reba." Warbucks tips his hat as she looks up at him.

"My, my aren't you charming. You need to give my Lena better hours, young man!" Warbucks smiles as I blush. "I never see her and when I do it's not for long! I think it's a crying shame she has to be gone for so damn long when her little old auntie over here is lonely and just wants some company!" She lathers it on rather thick as my heart races wondering what Warbucks will think of all of this. I should have warned him about her and her no filter, but I didn't expect him to show up.

"You are right, I do. Lena deserves the best. And the food is just a thank you from me for how wonderful she works." He says as Bruce and Sherman continue to bring more food in and my aunt looks rather worried and concerned.

"I don't like strange people in my home! This isn't looking too good just barging up in here like you own the place! Who are you anyways? FBI? What do you really do for work?" She pushes as my stomach twists and turns, for this wasn't going too well.

"I understand that and my guys will be out of here shortly. We don't mean to stress you out, Aunt Reba. I am very respectful of people's homes, ma'am. But you must excuse me as I am very persistent in terms of helping family. Lena is my best employee and she runs the entire operation. She is very good and take charge. Which is why I have given her a raise and a place to stay in the city. Also a car service if she needs. And no, I am not the FBI. We run a very well-oiled business out of one of those sky scrapers in the downtown Manhattan," He adds rather vaguely, and I hope Aunt Reba will buy it.

"Oh goodness I need to sit for all this," she wobbles over to her favorite tattered orange leather kitchen chair as Warbucks hurries to pull it out for her. She looks up at him again, scowling as she manages to sit, placing the hook of her cane on the edge of the table.

"I don't mean to trouble you, ma'am, but as I said, all of this is good news! Because of Lena's promotion, you will be well taken care of, and we even can eventually move you into a much bigger and nicer place than this," He smiles as he sits across from her as her scowl only deepens.

"Now you listen to me and listen to me real good, young man. I ain't movin! I was born over here on this side of town and I don't plan on leaving it!" She hollers as Warbucks sits back, placing his hat in front of him.