The Billionaire's Chef

Chapter 3

Returning home that day was an unforgettable experience. I practically skipped along the familiar streets of my neighbourhood. The excitement that bubbled within me threatened to burst forth at any moment. I couldn't wait to share the incredible news with my father and Tessa, who had been my pillars of support throughout my journey.

As got the house, my heart raced with anticipation. I burst through the front door, calling out to my father, "Father! You won't believe what happened today!" My father, who was in the living room, turned to look at me, a curious expression on his face.

"What's got you so excited, Amelia?" he asked, his eyes filled with warmth and concern. I rushed over to him and told him about all that happened at the mansion

"You got the job, sweetheart!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace.

Tessa, who had been visiting her grandmother's house, arrived just in time to share in the celebration. She burst through the door, her face flushed with excitement, and I couldn't wait to tell her the good news. "Tessa, you won't believe it! I got the job at the Salvador Mansion as their Chef!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

Tessa's eyes widened with disbelief, and then she let out a whoop of joy. "Amelia, that's amazing!" she exclaimed, hugging me tightly. "I'm so happy for you. You're going to do incredible things."

I spent the evening telling my father and Tessa, about the Salvador’s Mansion and how i almost got hit by a reckless driver. At night, I couldn’t sleep, but wonder what the future held for me at the Salvador Mansion.

The next day, I arrived at the mansion bright and early, eager to begin my new job as the cook. Martha, who had been my guide during the interview, greeted me with a warm smile. She showed me to the kitchen and introduced me to some of the kitchen staff who would be assisting me in my new role.

The kitchen was a bustling hub of activity, with chefs and sous-chefs preparing ingredients, chopping vegetables, and overseeing various dishes. It was a far cry from the simple kitchen I had grown up in, but I was determined to adapt and excel in this new environment.

This evening, we were expecting a guest. The master was coming with his girlfriend for dinner and was determined to impress the master, whom I had never met before. Everyone had talked about how picky he was with everything around him.

Just as the clock struck 7 pm, we set the table, as the master could arrive any moment. The grand entrance of the mansion swung open, just as we concluded setting the table. Mr. Salvador made his dramatic entrance, accompanied by a stunning woman who exuded elegance and sophistication—his girlfriend, Sarah. They made quite the striking couple, with Mr. Salvador's commanding presence and Sarah's grace and beauty.

The instant, I saw the figure approach the dining table, I almost gasped and choked on my spit knowing that I was doomed.

The man that almost ran me with his car was the biggest billionaire in Miami, Marcus Salvador

My legs seemed to give away while they trembled and quivered.

"You!" The angry voice of Mr. Salvador echoed making my heart thump beneath my chest in fear.

"What in the world are you doing here? Martha, don't tell me that you had hired this thing?" His deep voice said in an angry tone and that had sent multiple shivers down my spine.

He turned to Sarah and said ‘’ love this is the thing that walked out of nowhere that almost caused an accident for me yesterday” he said.

‘’This filth?” she responded. “Yes love this is the trash,’’ they both looked at each other and laughed.

"Yes s__sirrr, she is the new Chef who was hired!" Martha stammered her gaze on the floor.

I watched Mr. Salvador walk up to me, his face a few inches from mine before he whispered the unbelievable.

"You are fired!" His voice came in a whisper. "Get out of my sight," he said.

“’Please sir do not fire me sir, I am good at my job and I promise to do it well” I immediately went down my knees pleading in tears. I didn’t want to lose my job. I begged my boss.

He looked at me on the floor and said “on a second thought, let’s see if you have got what it takes to work here.”’’ Now get out”.

I ran out of the scene, in tears. A few minutes later, Martha came to tell me that the Madam was downstairs, and I needed to serve the food. Frightened and not knowing what Mr. Salvador would say this time, I quickly went to the dining room, shivering but trying to compose myself.

I served the first course—a delicate lobster bisque, garnished with fresh herbs. Mr Salvador tasted it with a discerning palate, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the flavours. I held my breath.

This is Horrible," he commented, his voice measured. "it lacks a certain depth of flavour. Perhaps a touch more seasoning." Which culinary school did you attend or you did not do your homework properly?

I’ll do better sir, I said.

The next course was a plated seafood medley with a citrusy glaze. I had carefully selected the freshest ingredients, hoping that this dish would impress him. Mr. Salvador and Sarah took their first bites, and I watched their reactions closely.

Mr. Salvador's expression remained inscrutable, but Sarah's face lit up with delight, though she managed to hide her satisfaction.

"Do you like this, son?" the madam, who had been quiet all the while, asked.

"It's okay, I guess," Mr. Salvador said with a stern face.

"You can go now, or I would lose my appetite," he said, looking at me with disgust.

"Okay, sir. I'm sorry, sir," I responded with courtesy and left."

I walked into the kitchen feeling like a waste Mr. Salvador’s words stung like bee, I was sad the whole evening. Martha tried to cheer me up.

She said even though Mr. Salvador is hard to please she thinks the meals were great, as everyone who tasted it loved it. She asked me not to worry about today’s episode.

As the days turned into weeks, cooking in the mansion was hell as nothing I coked ever met Mr Salvador’s standards. I often found myself burning the midnight oil, trying to strike the delicate balance between meeting Mr Salvador's exacting standards and maintaining my own sense of self-worth. There were moments when I questioned my decision to work at the mansion, but I reminded myself of the opportunities it offered and the dreams I hoped to achieve.