Vanessa's POV
I was tired of sitting and watching the chef do all the work, so I placed my cup of apple juice on the kitchen counter and asked,
“Can I help you out with something? There’s something in here that I can do, right?” I asked softly.
She looked at me with alarm, “Um, are you sure? I’ve got it handled, actually. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to get flour all over yourself like me. Baking is a pretty messy business.”
I got up from my seat and shrugged. “I don’t mind, maybe I can start to learn how to bake from you.”
A warm smile spread on her face from my words, but it was cut short when a worker, who I recognized as one of the invisible cleaners that stopped by once in a while. “Miss Sterling, the chairman is in the living room right now. He is here to see you.”
My lips fell
