My Life As That Fat Girl

Chapter 8

                                                    Chapter 8

“What kind of cake is that?” Tiffany asked from where she was sitting in my kitchen area.

“A birthday cake for a little child,” I giggled. The cake looked very demonic. It was supposed to resemble Spiderman.

“Ummmm…when did Spiderman ever look like that?” She asked me, frowning.

“When he caught the black inky goo on him and he became bad,” I said, my tone obviously implying that she should have known this.

I was trying to work fast because Tiffany had gotten a late notice on the cake and I only had three hours left to finish making it. That’s more than enough time because I have to go over the internship papers and call all of those who’ve made it as my intern and you haven’t.

I really hate that part of my job. And I hate Mr. Chen for making me do it. He says it’s not professional to have Tiffany do it for me. That I have to be personal with clients and interns/ would be interns. Ummmmm…? Is that not what Tiffany’s for?! She’s my secretary, she’s supposed to answer the phone and be all nice.

“Well…it’s really good,” Tiffany was eating some of it that I had given to her. Not from the actual cake but I had made a smaller version so I could replicate it into a bigger version. I had to be absolutely perfect for my clients, it’s what they deserved.

“Hey. So are we ever going to talk about how cute, Shang’s butt is? And how I believe you guys would totally make model-like children together?” She asked with, her mouth full of cake.

“No. We aren’t. That’s not a subject we’ll ever have. Ever.” I replied as I finished the frosting, for the mouth. This cake was pretty darn complicated. That kid better believe this is the best cake he’s ever had so his mommy would hire me again.

“Whyyy not!? Don’t you like him?” she asked me, hopeful. Tiffany, as everyone knows, is four months pregnant. She wants me to experience pregnancy and soon so that I may live long while my children are alive.

“Well….he’s alright. But we’re not going to talk about his b…”

“Ms. Oscar, may I please see you in my office,” A deep voice interrupted our conversation.

A deep voice that I knew well, because I’d been showing him around the office for the past couple of weeks and giving him employee reviews.

Dammit!

“Ummm…..yes, Mr. Chen. I’ll be right there,” I turned and said. “Just. Please let me finish this cake..,” I was blushing and also stalling. I know he’s heard our conversation. The smirk on his face says it all. Oh god.

“Make it quick please. I’ll call for the catering to come to pick it up and deliver for you. This may take a while.” He walked out and I looked over at Tiffany.

Her mouth was wide open with some cake almost falling out.

“Do you think he heard?” Tiffany asked me as she continued to chew.

“Of course!!” I was sooo done for. “Did you not see that huge smirk on his face?!! Did you not see it?!”

“Okay….Okay,” she nodded, “Calm down, Luna. I’m positive, he didn’t know we were talking about him.”

“But!”

“Go!” Tiffany, realizing I was finished with the cake now, pushed me towards the door. “He may be giving you a raise….or maybe something else?” she wiggled her eyebrows and rubbed her belly.

That girl really gets on my nerves, but I have to love her.