Hired To Be Mine (#2)

Chapter 1

Nicole sighed as she packed the last peices of chocolate pasteries into the cardboard containers. It was one of the small small things that she loved to do for her kids. Though they were just three years old, Nicole's kids were addicts to chocolate. It was no wonder from where they acquired the sweet tooth. She smiled at that thought.

She looked to her right and left before popping a huge chunk of chocolate pastry into her mouth. She moaned in delight at the taste of hot liquidy chocolate. 
"Not again" a rough manly voice startled her. She turned around to come face to face with her cheif chef Marco.

"Maco oo care me" she exclaimed with her mouth full of chocolate.

"Didn't your parents teach you, not to talk with your mouth full?" He asked shaking his head and walking towards her.

She removed her hand from her racing heart with a sly smile playing at her lips, "They must have mentioned it , once, I must have not paid attention then" she said in mock seriousness.

"You girl are trouble. I don't know what's gonna happen to those kids of yours" he sighed, not at all doubting Nicole's parenting skills.

Despite being a single mother, Nicole did a fabulous job at raising her kids. And Marco knew what hardships she had gone through during such tender age. After all twenty two wasn't a age to be married or be a mother. Yet in those two years og his acquaintance with Nicole he never once heard her complaining about her life or problems. That was what he adnired a lot about Nicole.

She was a fighter yet a kid at heart who was forced to grow up early.

"What happened to that interview of yours?" Marco asked remembering that Nicole has gone for the entire day leaving Stacy incharge of the cafe. Which never happened though stacy was her best friend and thier head waitress.

She sighed heavily remembering what a disaster her interview was, "it was not bad" she tried sugar coating but failed miserably. Marco saw right threw her. She turned away to was her hands which were now stained with chocolate. "They don't want a seasonal employee. No one does" she said sighing again.

"That's nonsense. We often hire students who want to work part time. Then why can't they?" He huffed not understanding the working mechanism of the business world.

"Its multimedia business Marco.
They want people with commitment and high ambitions. Not a single mother who owns a cafe and wants to have a seasonal job for six months. So that she could pay off her bank loans" she shook her head as she wiped her hands off a napkin.

"Well it was your idea to find a job" Marco said it in a 'I told you so' tone.

"I know" she whined, "This event in Paris will be a huge thing in Fashion history. If I even get an assistant's job in one of the brands that are gonna present a show in that parade, I will be able to clear the entire loan in a single go with the money I could earn. Or else it will take at least three years for me to pay off the debt" she pouted.

In her point of view, the plan was crystal clear. She studied jewellery designing in her masters though she never got to complete her degree, she was pretty good at it. And was good at only that. She read about the fashion parade in a magazine article and instantly she wanted to grab the opportunity in order to earn money. She knew that she would not be able to present her ideas in any show, so she thought better and decided to work for one of the fashion industries and make her way into the team which took part in the parade at Paris. Fashion industry has always been generous when it comes to paying, that is if you are lucky. And she was looking forward to cash that point.

But now after an entire month, she was still here, in her cafe brooding like a silly high schooler who didn't get accepted into uni.

"Stop pouting" he said, "and go home. Your boys must be missing you already" he said waving his hand dismissively.