Lettie's POV
"Get that thing out of my face!"
"It's a rare opportunity. Just one question." Kei laughed. "Why didn't you become a chef?"
Marcelle grimaced for a second. "Have you met Mr Bale? I don't think he would have approved." He chuckled.
He's the head chef. Vittoria and I are the assistant chefs. We have been working to prepare an elaborate dinner. He said simple things bore him.
"He would have understood." Keira laughed as she got closer to him.
"Or thrown a fit! Who would be the CEO?"
"Miki." She laughed out loud. "I can see him going on a permanent vacation without telling anyone. But if you just held your ground like Bella..."
Marcelle cringed. "I'm not as tough as Bella. You know how she likes to have her way."
"We know Bella all right." She rested her elbows on the counter. "Chef Marcelle, tell us what you're doing right now."
"I am making pasticcio. It's a recipe with Greek and Italian recipes. A ode to our heritage."
"Was it always confusing when Mr Bale spoke to you in both languages?"
"Absolutely! I spoke French before I spoke English. Then I met Mr Bale and he started speaking to me in Italian. Then he threw in Greek and I have never been more confused."
"What's your favorite language?"
"Italian."
"Why?"
He glanced over to Vittoria with a sly smile on his face. He leaned close to the camera. "Don't tell that shy girl over there but I like to whisper sweet nothings into her ear in Italian. You should see the blush on her when I do." He winked.
"Mr Balotelli!" Kei chided him playfully.
"Back to the recipe!" He snapped his fingers. "At this point I have stirred the cream into the pasta. I'm going to spoon half of it into an oven dish that Lettie has prepared..." He stretched his hand. I have him the dish. "I'm covering the pasta with the meat sauce. I'm going to repeat this to layer it out just right."
"Like lasagna?" Kei asked.
"That is the concept." He smiled at her.
He seems human and normal. Vittoria was right. He does smile. He out the meal in the oven.
"Are we done master chef?"
"Now I supervise." He walked over to me. He stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders peering at what I'm doing. "Lettie is making Raspberry Fusilli. She's doing a good job."
"I love that dessert." Kei beamed with happiness. "What about Vittoria? What is she making us tonight?"
"She is making us some pasta stuffed tomatoes." He wrapped his arms around her, turning her chin to give her a solid kiss on the lips.
"Would you consider this an appropriate relationship in the work place?" Kei teased him. "Does HR approve?"
"I am HR." He chuckled. "I'm being very appropriate. You haven't seen me misbehave."
"Oof!" Kei lowered her camera. "I'll add this to the file."
When she left the kitchen, things got touchy between them. Since I'm done with my assignment, I gave them space.
I love this house. It's nothing but natura stone and wood. It's perfect. It's cozy too! The sun is going down.
"Things just got inappropriate in the kitchen." I informed her.
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