Neymar Jr's New House Cooker

Part 1

Hi, I'm Vera Garkavets, I'm 23 years old and right now I'm on a plane and in two hours I'll be in Paris where I have come to work as a cook.
Ohhh, this is my dream job. Honestly. I've been helping my mother in the kitchen since I was a little girl and even then I knew my life was going to be about cooking. Despite this I've kept a pretty good figure and can even afford a skinny dress.
So when, after university, it was time for me to realise myself as a real chef, a friend of my mother's offered me a job in Paris. And immediately quite lucrative. He specified that the client was serious and wealthy. There would also be plenty of work. But when did that ever stop me! I was delighted at the news that I would be living in my client's house and would not have to spend money on a rented flat. It meant that I could save enough for a summer holiday with my besties. Uhhhh.... I already want to get to work.
I got out of the stuffy airport and waited outside for the car, which Uncle John (my mum's friend) had said would take me to my client's house and introduce me to my workplace. I hoped that I would meet the client at the same time. "What if he's incredibly handsome? Or is it her?"
And now I was rushing through the streets of Paris only now noticing how majestic and beautiful the city was. Of course, it's the city of love. "I hope the "KING" doesn't eat too much, then I'll have time for an evening in some cozy café with a view of the Eiffel Tower. Hahaha"

"D'où venez-vous ?"

"Sorry?" I was sort of pulled out of my thoughts of coffee and croissant.

"So ... English. I'm Serkan. I work for Mr. Junior, too.  You new here?" The driver decided to talk to me. But he was attractive. Okay, enough about love.

"I'm Vera. Yeah, um... Mr. Junior?"

"Hahaha.... you don't even know where you're going?" he smirked.

"Actually it's more important to me that I'm going to my dream job."

"Ohhhh yeah." He glanced at me and kept looking at the road.

I knew straight away that we were there. A house like this must have belonged to a very wealthy man. Swimming pool, 2 floors, fancy glass, garage for several cars....

"Here we are." Serkan said and looked at me again.

"Yes... " I took a deep breath and got out of the car. As I approached the entrance I still couldn't believe that this was my home now, too. It was incredibly stylish and cosy. I was already looking forward to relaxing in the evening watching the stars in this pool. "Mr. Junior? It's him after all." I sighed again and rang the doorbell.

"He's on set. He'll be here soon. Come in. " I turned around at Serkan's words and to be honest I was a little relieved. I wasn't ready to meet my boss yet especially now seeing his house. Serkan let me in first and then my eyes were finally wide open. I saw a big staircase to the second floor, a cosy sofa, some armchairs ..... all in my style. "Vera, this is not your house, calm down! Apparently Mr Junior and I have more in common than I thought."

"Make yourself comfortable. Although.... I think you can't wait to see the kitchen." Serkan directly read my mind or saw the begging eyes on my face.

We went into the kitchen and Serkan switched on the light. It was at that moment that I realised I was happy. It was not only my dream job but also my dream job place. Order... all the right supplies... no leftovers.

"You like it?" I nodded. "Now it's your bedroom and the cafe and the 'resting place'." said Serkan than made me turn sharply on him and wipe my smile.

"Yes... why are you looking? Mr. Junior likes to bring his friends over and have all sorts of parties and believe me he has enough guests." He smirked again and leaned against the wall. I sighed sadly and looked toward the kitchen again."So what? When did that ever scare me? I love to cook and I could make that mister at least a thousand servings of any meal!"