I was completely ignoring the both of them for quite a few minutes already. Daryl was biting his lip, feeling uneasy and been walking around the room for a couple of times.
Chef Roy on the other hand, was trying his best to relax at least. It seems like all of his efforts were
"I can't believe the young master asked her to be his partner for the annual ball." He whispered to Daryl.
"Ssh, she can hear us."
"I don't care anymore. She's dumb! She's not academically good, and she can't even remember one that I teach her!" He replied. "What a waste that Mr. Iverson is wasting money to pay for us and she learns nothing."
I looked elsewhere when Roy turned his head to look at my direction. Fuck, I didn't feel roasted like this before.
Not too long, a doorbell rang and Roy automatically stood up. I could feel ny knees trembling, so tired.
"Good evening Mr. Iverson," he formally greeted, Daryl even bowed to him.
