A chef's nightmare

Chapter 5: a special request

Unknown to me, Kimberley and her friends had already planned that she was going to go clubbing. Kim was going to be attending the club wearing the gown I chose for her as a facade while her friends waited for her with the actual club clothes. Their plan was elaborate, but I was not going to snitch on the young lady that was just trying to enjoy herself.

Kimberley had asked that her lunch be brought to her in her room, but as I approached her door, Kimberley’s discussion could be heard as she spoke with someone on the phone. From what they discussed I realized right away that she was going out with the person that night to a party, perhaps she was lucky that it was not a security personnel that overheard her because that would have been the end of the plan.

“hmm, your call was a bit too loud,” I said to Kimberley as I stepped into her room with her lunch, “maybe I heard a few things,” with a little smile, I uttered to her.

“are you kidding me? Please do not tell anyone,” she begged me, Kimberley was shocked that I had heard her conversation with whoever it was she that she spoke with, “we have been planning for this for like a long time, it is going to be a one-time thing Kim,” she explained to me.

“There is nothing to worry about dear,” I assured her, while I approached her bed where she laid with her meal on the tray, “my mouth is going to stay shut, in fact, I never heard anything,” I told her, as I winked “Enjoy yourself but just make sure you stay safe, okay?” the advice was the best I could do.

“thank you so much, you are the best Bella,” Kim uttered.

There was no way I would deprive Kimberley of her enjoyment, the truth was that the rules were just excessive. It only made Kimberley miserable most of the time, for a lady that was well above eighteen, she could not do a lot. According to her dad and the secret service, Kim was only putting herself in unnecessary danger and I actually understand the point they have but at least once in a while was fine.

“But how do you plan on evading the security personnel that would go along with you?” I asked Kim, that was going to be the most difficult thing to do.

“I should not be telling you this but as I told you earlier, we would pretend that we are going to a get-together dinner night. Once we are inside, I would leave through the restroom and meet up with my friends,” she narrated.

All I could see was just a young woman that was desperate to have fun but deep down I knew that her actions would probably have serious repercussions if her dad found out.

“but you know that any smart person would immediately recognize something is wrong when you spend too long in the restroom, so they would easily find out and then what is going to happen?” I asked her.

“are you advising that I do not go on with the plans?” Kimberly asked me.

“that is not what I am saying, I mean that you would have to make a much better plan that could distract them long enough for you to return,” I suggested to her, “maybe you could pretend that one of your friends is critically ill and then you would rush to the hospital to meet her, they will not have any time to follow you up since it is an emergency,” I narrated to her.

“that is a way better plan, how did you think of that so fast?” Kimberley asked me, “thank you so much, I would call to inform my friends about the change of plans,” Kim uttered, she was happy with what I had just told her.

“you are welcome, just as I said before do not get hurt or do anything stupid, like taking drugs or getting high. As long as you do not do any of those things then I am fine with helping you,” I told her.

One week later...

Over the past few days, the stress of having to transport myself to the White House every morning and leave every night had begun to take a toll on me. Back then, the workers of the White House used to stay at the house but due to the security of the presidents and a few incidents, it was all changed. That was the single thing that was making the job very difficult for me, and somehow Kimberley noticed how I had been stressed. I had told her nonchalantly about how difficult it was for me to meet up with the daily schedule, who knew that she had taken it upon her to solve the issue.

Kimberley secretly made a special request for me to live in the White House too. Finally, her dad agreed to the request. He let me stay, but that singular action sparked up a lot of controversies.

He had chosen me amongst better chefs, and I was also the first female chef. All of a sudden he just bypassed a rule of the White House for me, that was just what the media needed to make the story. In a few days after I had begun living there, the media outlets concluded that there was a romantic relationship between me and the president. He was a smart man and so he ignored all the stories completely.

Luther decided to return to Arkansas, even though there was room for him to live at the White House. He had rejected to become one of Bella's side chefs, according to him he did not want to be the reason why someone else would lose their job. In as much as I wanted him to stay with me, he kept arguing that there was more that awaited him back in Arkansas.

“look, just take good care of the president and let me take care of our restaurants back home. We have been out for almost two weeks,” Luther told me, at that moment it dawned on me that there was no way I could change his mind, especially when what he said was true.