Devour

Mexican delight

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"he fell asleep"

Natalie said as I came to check Peter after my office.

"how was your day."

"mmm, not bad...its good Nate" I responded taking Peter on my shoulders.

"Mommy...you came"

Peter whispered and rubbing his eyes he turned his head to other side. My only family is Peter, and I don't wanna loose him. So, I decided to be his mother than a godmother. So I adopted him. He calls me mommy, Irene...Iree...it depends on his mood.

In home I had my homework as well.

I need to device a chart of food for following week. I knew there may be changes but this chart will help me for a quick pick.

Tomo Mexican delight, recipes are ready. If approved by spark it will be executed.

Spark Davidson, his assistant...personal one. She decides everything for Mr. Knightwoods to go. I saw her when she stepped out of the vantage... she is tall, with nice curve...I wonder does she eat...any way... that's out of syllabus.

I need to prepare my dress, sleep.

Today my luck was good, I reached the office ten minutes before. I was relaxed. With diet soda I took a quick look of todays schedule. Everything was good as for now. The dinner was approved . my first work went smooth.

"Ms. Francis, Romano with cinnamon and dry toast..."

A stylish voice was in the phone.

I think Mr. Knightwood have arrived. I haven't seen him till now. In this internet world, being blind about a Billionaire- no most eligible one...is stupidity but for me, I am out of cast.

Seeing Lara suffering as a single pregnant woman, I rather developed a hatred towards these eligible billionaires. So, I stayed away from this. All I need is a job to satisfy my and Pete's needs.

I placed the breakfast and his drink, on the trolley. I found a brunette taking it, she is tall slim, her dress was hugging her body like a second skin. The confidence she has... a head strong girl...no..no..chick.

"so when this gonna end..."

"probably by nine tonight..."Ethan smiled.

"what..." my face turned pale...usually I will be around eight at home...the least is around nine. But now, if it ends at nine, It will take an hour for me to reach home...

"don't think to cut off... you aren't allowed." Ethan continued.

"still four more hours to go..."

I found Ethan simple and sensitive. The only soul now I am speaking since yesterday. Melissa cut off me the moment she left me in the kitchen. Kitchen has three sectors. Sector one is for the employees it had almost ten to twelve chef working over there.

Sector two is for executive's it did have ten to twelve...

Sector three is for the great Mr. Knightwood. It had only two.  chef. Samantha- A sixty-year-old women and her assistant. She went this after noon for a long leave, due to illness. She has left her student Jessy to take care. Jessy is married and have two kids. She speaks less. My work concentrated with sector one and two. Regarding three, I just need to follow the schedule given  by Samantha, Jessy also has a copy left with. I need to keep the grocery and other stuff ready and check the dish and set it on the plate.