“Where’s my chicken, Lauren Keith?” I said as I closed both of my fists. I am now fuming mad at him. It’s now his turn to laugh. In just one snap of his finger, the door from his room suddenly opens. Someone went inside holding a serving plate with a food cover dome. I nearly fainted and I am about to cry.
“Please put that in front of us.” Lauren Keith told one of the kitchen staff. He was able to obliged right away.
“What did you do?” I sobbed. He’s laughing so hard while he's looking at my reaction. With trembling hands, I opened the plate as I slowly hold the food cover handle upward. I can see my chicken sitting on a pet bed that’s placed on the plate. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
I looked at Lauren Keith and his reaction. He’s amused by what I am acting. Well of course!
