Chapter One- Hundred And Forty Two

She walked into the house, her house help hot on her heels as she brought in the bags of groceries.

“You have to marinate the chicken with the new sauce we got today because I want to know whether it’s worth all the hype and the money spent." She told her from the sitting room as she slumped heavily into one of the cushion chairs and discarded her purse beside her. For someone who had only walked up and down different aisles pointing out what she wanted, she was bone tired.

“Do not use the cloves in the chicken soup. Let’s try cinnamon instead this time around” She told her, remembering that she wanted to try it out since the chef on the food channel swore that cinnamon was amazing in chicken soup. She didn’t see how, but she was going to try it before discarding it. Even though she was on her way to the kitchen and her voice was lowered, she knew that she could hear her. That was confirmed by her answer.

“Okay, Madam Jennifer”

She slung her arms over her eyes, hoping to rest them for