"It's finally your first day working as a chef!"
Charlotte could have cried. Out of both excitement and nervousness.
She gave her image in the mirror a quick glance for the dozenth time. Dressed in a plain white shirt tucked in black jeans, she had flats on with her tied up in a neat bun.
It was finally her first day of actual work.
"Are you nervous?" Like she could see through her, Rachael asked. "A bit? Loads?"
"Somewhere in between," she replied her with a grunt. "I'm really excited and at the same time, really nervous. What would working at such a huge company feel like? I mean, I've been there a couple of times but that was just because of Wilson and now I'll be going there as an actual staff?"
"Right, Wilson," Rachael nodded. "How's he? Is he coming over to pick you?"
"No, no,
