~{ARLEEN'S POV}~
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"May I make lunch for him today?" I asked.
Jonas gave me a sideway look at my question as he thought about it.
"Mr Edson wouldn't like it if I stressed you," he said.
"Let me do this. When he gets back I'll tell him I bothered you until you had no other option but to let me." I gave a solution and he frowned as if it was a good one before saying a blunt, "NO."
"Oh come on, can't I cook for him?"
"There's a chef for that." He concluded.
"Don't you know I'm also a chef?"
He looked me up and down with style before saying, "Not even close."
"Ugh!" I whined and went straight to the kitchen to cook with or without his consent.
"Miss Arleen! I know you can cook but Mr Damion would be very cross…"
"Don't worry, as long as I'm the one preparing it for him he won't bite you." I shrugged like it was nothing.
