Chapter 1
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It was such a hot day there in Memphis. I was sweating to death. All I could think about was going to the lake for a dip in the nice cool waters by the beach. But if I screwed up, and chose to skip out of work today my parents were never going to take me as a serious chef.

"Jenna Rogers, get two coffees please for these fine gentlemen" momma barks orders my way as the breakfast rush was just finishing up there.

"Who wants coffees on such a hot day out?" I complain as I rush to the coffee maker. There was at least two cups of coffee left in the pot. Then I would have to make a fresh batch up.

"That would be us ma'am" mutters someone behind the counter. I glance behind my shoulder to see a couple of police officers. They came in every other day for their free breakfast of donuts and coffee.

"I should have known it was you, Brett" I laugh as I get the sugar packets out.

Brett loved his sugar and creamers in his coffee. Brett Shettlander was one of the finest on the Memphis squad had.

I went to high school with the man. Now I got to serve the former high school quarter back coffee everyday. He was married now with two little ones and one on the way.

"Thank you" Brett tells me as I hand him his coffee and donuts.

I had dated Brett back during our high school days. But we just did not have that connection.

Brett winks at me.

"So how is the wife? The kiddos?" I ask as I get them each a donut to go.

"They are doing great! Kevin is going to be in first grade this fall! And Denise is due any day now! We are hoping for a girl this time! Kevin and James want another brother" chuckles Brett.

"Well I hope you have a healthy baby girl" I tell him as I hand him his treat.

"On the house boys" momma says as she refuses to take their cash.

"Thank you" Brett replies. He leaves the cash he was going to pay with in our little tip jar.

"Tell me when she has the baby! I want to know what she has! Send Denise my congrats" I say to Brett.

"Will do. When are you ever going to marry Jenna?" jokes his buddy Joe.

"When the right man comes along" I joke.

"Maybe he has" Joe chuckles. "Maybe he is right under your nose"

Joe was always trying to get me to go on a date with him. I always turned him down. Joe liked to party a little too much. He grew up on his parents' farm here in town.

He was a momma's boy. I did not want to date someone who still lived at home at the age of thirty-two. It was fine for a lady. Not for a grown man.

"Maybe I missed him" I joke as I wink his way.

"Ouch" laughs Brett.

"Have a nice day fellas. Stay safe out there on the roads" I warn them.

They nod as they head out the door. The door dings the bell as they leave. The place was clearing out.

I was one day hoping to run Sweet Tooth Bakery, when my parents were far too old to. Their parents had run the bakery before them. If they ever could see me as a professional baker around here.

My older sister Pyria she had done really well around here. But Pyria went and got herself married right out of high school to Kenny Fields.

They are married now with four little kids. Living out in Michigan. They come around Christmas time but we hardly ever see them or the kids. Pyria does not hold an interest in taking over the family business at any time.

"Jenna make a new pot of coffee will you?" momma orders me about that day as she goes to head to the back.

"Anything else you would like for me to do?" I offer my help.

"Please clean up and freshen up the tables out on the floor before we get new people coming in for the lunch rush" she orders. I nod.

"Sure thing momma" I promise. I begin to clean out the coffee pots.

I make decafe coffee. As well as regular coffee. We made sandwiches' for the lunch rush. We had a few regulars come in here and there. After I have the pots of coffee brewing up, I head on out to the little eating area of the bakery.

We had a few tables and chairs setting out. We had a little vase with fake flowers on every table. Along with napkin holders. I gather up the daily paper that people left on the tables. I go to place them back were people could find them when they wanted to.

Something happens to catch my eye on one of the papers. Chef wanted. Not for a permanent hire. For trial base only. It happened to be at GRACELAND!

Home to Elvis Presley.

I gasp dropping the newspaper to the ground. If I could get a job being a chef there than momma would have to take my culinary skills more seriously! Right?

I read over the article. It looked as if Elvis father Vernon Presley had placed the ad in the local paper.

Along with a number to call. With shaky hands I make my way over to our little phone. I knew Elvis was married. Had a daughter to. But he had always been my favorite singer. And actor. I have saw all of his movies.

Even been to his concerts when I could attend with my sister! I was always going to be an Elvis fan living so near him! I never once met him in person though he lived in my home town!

Did I dare make the call? Get an interview?

I had to!

I pick up the phone then I dial the number. It soon has a busy signal to it. I sigh. It was not meant to be. I hang up. I needed to just stay here. Focus on my life here.

Right?

My heart sinks. What would it be like to work for such an amazing family for a few weeks? What would Elvis say about my cooking skills? I had to know. I dial the number once again. It was ringing this next time around.

"Hello?" a man answers. My nervous fingers slam the phone down and hang up.

"No...I can't do this. Can I?" I laugh. I shake my head.

I dial the number one more time. It begins to ring. The man answers one more time.

"Hello? Someone there?" he replies.

"Hi there. I am calling about the chef position? I saw the ad in the paper" I explain.

"Oh yes! We are doing interviews all this week. Can I set you up with one?" he offers to me right away.

"Sure! That would be great" I say happily.

"My name is Vernon Presley. I will be doing the interviews all week long. What days are good for you? You have to come by my office here at Graceland. It is in the back" he mentions' to me. I was chatting with Elvis father? My heart begins to race faster.

"Oh any time is fine by me" I agree.

"Fine then. How about this Tuesday? About five pm?" he offers me a date and time.

"Perfect! I get off work by then" I say happily.

"You already have a job?" he worries.

"I do. But I work for my family. I never had a job outside of the family business" I inform him.

"How nice you help your family. May I ask what you do?" he wants to know.

"We have a bakery here in town. We have had it for many years. Perhaps you have heard of us? Sweet Tooth Bakery on seventh ave?" I ask him.

"Sure have! My beloved Gladys used to get donuts there on her way to Sun Records back when our boy first became a hit! It has been a long time since I have been down that way" laughs Vernon.

"Momma once told me she met Elvis momma. I was not sure if she was telling tales! But it is nice to know it was true after all!" I chuckle.

"See you Tuesday! Say what is your name? I will jot it down" offers Vern.

"My name is Jenna. Jenna Rogers sir" I reply.

"See you here on Tuesday, Miss. Rogers" he replies before we hang up.

I smile happily. I had a job! I could feel it! I was going to get this job! Working for Elvis! Once he told all of Memphis what a cook I was then momma was sure to let me run this bakery one day! Wait and see!

"Jenna!" momma calls out to me from the back.

"Yes?" I call back.

"Can you sweep and mop the floors please?" she demands to know.

"Sure momma, sure I can" I sigh.

I set the paper aside for now.

I could hardly wait for Tuesday to arrive! I was going to get this job! I just knew it!