"Why didn't you tell me the pancakes were that bad?, How could you let me serve something like that." Dionne scolded Sandy.
"I-I tried telling you but you said the chef is always right." Sand stuttered with a shaky voice.
"And why are you getting scared?, are you scared of me?" Dionne lowered her voice as she looked at Sandy in disbelief. They were talking normally a while ago, and now it seems as if she is bullying her.
"No, sorry." Sandy lifted her head and when Dionne saw her watery eyes she gave up.
"You're so weak." Dionne complained passing her a serviette.
"Thank you" Sandy sniffed.
"Anyway, if any call comes for me, let me know right away." Dionne said and after sandy nodded, she left.
Sandy looked around the kitchen immediately and regained her composure. How was she going to clean all this mess Dionne created in the name of cooking?. She decided to never stay in the kitchen whenever Dionne is present.
