The Werewolf Billionaire's Cook

TWO

I hold my bag tightly as I walk behind this devil in human form. Slowly, he pauses, turns towards me with a stern, dead, unexplainable expression before resuming his steps.

What was that?! Did he hear my thoughts? Can he hear my thoughts? Heavens! Am I even safe in this mansion? If the Head Servant is like this, how will the Head Chef be? How will the Owner of this mansion be? Will I even survive today? And why are there so many rooms? The ceiling is so tall you’ll need telekinesis powers to reach the top of it because that’s the only explanation I can give to the beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. And the windows are so large that they may be used as an entrance. Everything’s just really large here.

We walk into a living room and it’s just filled with marble floor, elegant chandeliers. Beautiful artworks fill the beautifully painted walls, everything just shines.

We reach a flight of stairs and the head servant majestically takes his steps. I try to climb the stairs like he did, my first attempt gave me a jerk and as I try to balance myself, my foot hits one of the stairs and I find myself crashing on the head servant’s back. He maintains his balance and groans slightly before turning back to give me a fierce look.

Heavens! I can feel my sweat running from my head down to my feet. I’m a dead girl. Is that a glint of red I can see in his golden eyes? I could hear my heart beat with the heaviest bass out of my chest. Slowly, he turns back without saying a word and continues to climb the stairs. I breathe in two to three times before carefully taking my steps after him.

Finally, we arrive at the kitchen and a woman with a young man in an apron who we meet there freeze as they see us walk in. Is the head servant not the one who’s supposed not to bring me here?

“Here she is,” He said grimly before walking out of the kitchen.

I bow, nearly breaking myself in half as I greet everyone in the Kitchen.

“Good morning, My name is Sara…”

“Sara Duhigg” the woman in her 50s cuts in, still with her shocked expression on.

“Yeah” I reply

“From Mrs. Dina, right?” She asks.

“Yes, ma’am”

“I’m the head chef here, can I have your documents?” She requests

Nervously, I hand them over to her. Slowly, she goes through them, pauses and stares into my eyes as I let out the most awkward smile. She closes the documents, and drops them carelessly on a table in the kitchen.

“So, you’ll need to show us your culinary skills,” She announces to me.

“Okay” I reply and then continue to stare at her absent-mindedly. Wait, does she mean now?!

“Now?” I inquire.

“No, ten years into the past.” She snaps. Heavens! This is it! Okay, calm down Sara, you can do this! Why do I need to be nervous? Let’s just put my bag somewhere and perform some magic.

I gently place my bag against the wall but as I turn to leave it, it falls.

“Sorry, one second” I chuckle awkwardly before heading back to the bag.

“Please stay put” I mutter through gritted teeth as I place the bag against the wall in the most gentle way.

“Okay, I’m ready!” I announce, nervously swinging my hands which hits a flower vase beside me on a table. I was quick to catch it before it lands on the floor.

“Oh my God! That would’ve been a really huge debt for me. This little vase could have cost me $10,000, I guess” I think to myself as I return the vase back to the table and smile so awkwardly.

“I don’t think you are” The head chef scoffs. I blink my eyes rapidly.

“What should I cook ma'am?” I ask her, trying to gain some confidence.

“Ham and Cheese Pasta Bake” She replies

“Okay.” I can do that.

“Here are the ingredients” She says as she brings out some pasta, flour, milk, garlic, whipping cream and other ingredients and places them on the table.

“Get to cooking” She says as she sits on a chair and watches me.

No way! She’ll be here the whole time? Watching me cook? She’s putting me under pressure! This is going to be so disastrous.

I put an apron on, pick up the pot I’ll cook with and as I turn to get water from the water sink, the pot slips out of my hands and lands on the floor. I nervously and almost immediately pick it up.

“I’m sorry, ma’am” I apologize with a shaky voice. She says nothing and just keeps on watching me. Is it just me or is it hot here? My brows are filled with sweat despite the blasting cold air from the AC. Why are my palms sweaty? I clean my palms with a kitchen towel before getting water into the pot and then….now how do I figure out how to put this cooking gas on?

“Turn that switch over there” The Head chef says, as if she could read my thoughts.

“Thanks, ma’am.” I turn on the cooking gas, place the pot on it and let the water boil.

I make the roux and then the sauce. As I chop the onions while backing the head chef, I incidently cut myself. Slowly, I rinse the blood of without letting the woman know I cut myself. I then mix the chopped parsley and the green onion with the drained pasta and sauce before transfering the mixed pasta to the oven for baking. Once done, I take it out and let the head chef taste it.

“Very tasty” She announces. I let out a sigh of relief that was cut short before I could let it out completely.

“But, your cooking style is unqualified,” She adds.

“Ma’am, how?” I inquire, with fear filling my whole blood, I can’t lose this job!

“Your food is tasty, but the way you cook is so rough and messy” She concludes.

“I’m sorry Ma’am, I’ll do better” I plead, I don’t want to go back to Decorah.

“The Boss doesn’t like messy people” She says.

“Is that true?” The head servant who brought me here walks in. Immediately, both the young man with the apron and the head chef stand and bow for him. This time, he’s in a very elegant suit. His hair styled backward, revealing more of his face and God! He’s so pretty! The suit clings so seductively to his body, the….Snap out of it Sara! You’re about to be sent back to Decorah.

He slowly walks towards me. I hope he can’t hear how hard my heart beats as I bow my head. He picks my hand up and checks the finger I hurt. How did he know I hurt myself? Slowly, he brings my finger close to his mouth and blows breeze on it gently. My heart stopped beating for a second, the head chef and the young man in an apron eyes were so wide with surprise and shock. Okay, What’s going on? Who exactly is this guy? I know the owner of this place is a young man, otherwise, I would have assumed this guy is a child to the owner.

“Get her first aid” He says

“Alright” The young man in an apron walks out of the kitchen immediately.

“Mrs. Gary, she’s hired” He concludes authoritatively.

“Alright Boss” She says before bowing.

Wait! I’m hired? I got the job? I’m using the entire energy in me right now to stop myself from screaming. Wait a minute! Boss? Wait a second! Boss?? He’s the owner of this place? I look him in the eyes. Heavens! He’s cold and mean? I get it now! He’s Mr. Davis and he’s currently holding my hand! Someone please catch me because I can feel myself falling and I see everything turning pitch black!