Ellery's POV
It was an awkward car ride. Everyone was silent. The only sound that was audible were the cars honking outside.
Beside me, Charles cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "There's a charity gala this Saturday. We need to make preparations so everything would go smoothly. Many of our business partners will be there, along with investors, so I don't want any mistakes. None."
"Yes, Sir." I replied.
We went back to being quiet once again.
After a while, "Mr. Mercuer, thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything. Letting me have this job and for the clothes today. And I'm sorry for calling you a stalker the other day."
Before he could reply, his phone rang.
"What?" He said harshly into the phone. "What do you want?"
He never greets the caller like a normal person.
"What?" He yelled into the phone. "What did you say? When are those Chinese investors coming?"
I blankly stared out of the car window. He and I aren't that different I thought. He had worries and I do too. Just not the same kind.
"They said they were coming next week. Why did they change their schedule so suddenly?"
I turned around to look at him, he was loosening his tie. He then ran a hand through his hair, god damn, he looked hot.
The car got hotter suddenly. I was silently fanning myself.
"Are you okay Ms. Aires?"
"What?" I said, turning to him confused.
"Is the car hot?"
"O-oh, it's not. It's okay." I kicked myself mentally. What is wrong with me? Why am I acting this way? For god sake, he's my boss and I just found out about Cole cheating this morning! I really do have issues.
"I have to go somewhere. It's urgent so I'll drop you off at the company."
"Okay."
After a few minutes, we arrived at the front of the company.
"I'll have George send all the clothes over to your house."
"Yes, sir. Thank you." I opened the car door and walked inside.
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"The revenue has already been picked and the invites are already sent. All you have to do is call up professional chefs, set up the music, decorate the hall, order the flowers, hire waiters, and set up the auction."
"Is that all, Ms. Anderson?"
"For now. Can you handle it?"
"Yes, ma'am." I replied politely.
"You have to finish all of the work by tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll get started on it right now."
"You may leave Ms. Aires."
Looks like I'll have to pull an all nighter tonight. Goodbye my precious sleep. I sigh and got on an elevator, ready to start working my butt off.
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I nervously paced around the hall in front of the ball room. Why isn't the chef here yet? He was supposed to be here an two hours ago. I'm going get fired if I messed this up! We were running out of time.
"Ms. Aires."
I jumped, surprised. I turned around to face whoever called out my name.
"Mr. Mercuer. What can I do for you?"
"You did well. What are you doing out here?"
I stayed up all night for the past two nights. If he thought I didn't do well, I was going to die. didn't get a wink of sleep. I decorated the ballroom, made flower bouquets, and set up 45 tables. It took so much concealer to cover my dark eye bags this morning. It was my first time doing something on this large of a scale. I wanted to do it to the best of my abilities. That way if something were to happen, I would have no regrets.
"Umm, thank you. I'm just waiting for someone."
"Excuse me. Ms. Aires?"
We both turned around to face the voice. The voice came from one of the sous chefs.
"The chef is still not here yet? We really need to start cooking. The event is starting in an hour."
"I'll fix it. Please go back to the kitchen, I'll be right there."
The sous chef walked away and Mr. Mercuer exploded.
"I knew it! I knew you wouldn't be able to do it! I gave you a simple task and all I asked was for you to carry it out. Why couldn't you do something so easy?"
The phone in my hand started ringing. "Hello?"
"I think I won't be able to make it." Said the Head Chef.
"Excuse me? Where are you? You couldn't have told me earlier?"
"There's a traffic accident. I don't think I'll be able to get out of it anytime soon."
"Fine. I'll figure something out."
"Sorry, Miss."
I hung up the phone.
"I will fix it, Mr. Mercuer. I promise." I said, gritting my teeth. I turned around on my heels and walked away towards the kitchen.
I entered the kitchen and everyone turned to look at me, expecting me to be the main chef.
"The chef won't be able to make it. So, I'll be filling in."
I heard someone snickered besides me. I turned to face them. It was the sous chef from before. "Do we have a problem?"
"Do you even know how to cook?" He asked.
"If any of you have an issue with me being here, you are free to leave right now." No one seemed to make a move for the door so I continued, "I believe you have already prepped all of the ingredients, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am." Said a short girl from the back of the kitchen.
"What are you waiting for? Let's start cooking!"
Each one of them looked at each other confused. After a minute or so, they realized I wasn't joking.
"Yes, Chef!" They all yelled in unison.
"Could someone bring me an apron please?"
"I'll bring it, Chef. " Said the girl who answered me before.
"Thank you." I smiled.
I pulled out a pair of flat shoes from my purse and I took off my high heels to put it on. Luckily I thought ahead first and brought a pair of flats just in case I get tired from wearing the heals. Thank god for that.
"Here you go, Chef." The girl said, handing me the apron.
"What's your name?"
"Kim."
"Thank you, Kim." I faced the kitchen again. "Alright everyone! Let's work well with each other. With that in mind, let's begin!"
"Yes, Chef!" They cried in unison.