Poison and Passion

Chapter 5

Srishti's pov

"Ahmm" the food was delicious. I don't have words to describe it. The texture, colour flavours, everything about it was remarkable.

"Who made this?" I asked Paul.

"Chef William, he is Capo's private chef," he said.

"Can I meet him?" I asked.

"No" he blatantly replied.

"Rude," I said loud enough for him to hear but he didn't look like he cared about what I thought of him.

I swept the plate clean.

"I am going back to my room."

I stood up to leave but he was following me.

I began walking faster and he matched my pace.

"Why are you following me?" I abruptly stopped and turned around.

"Capo's orders madam," he said nonchalantly.

"I don't need a bodyguard."

"Madam, these are Capo's orders"

I sighed.

I was planning to sneak into the kitchen and meet the chef.

I looked around and there weren't any guards or maids there.

I got a brilliant idea. The mischievous side of my brain is too active these days.

I pretended to twist my leg and fell.

"Ouch" I yelled in pain.

"Madam, are you alright?" he stooped to my level.

"My ankle hurts, it hurts a lot," I said hissing in pain.

He looked around, but there was no one to help.

He tried to check my ankle but I didn't let him.

"No, the pain is killing me," I said covering my ankle with my hand to prevent him from looking at it.

"Wait here madam, I will get the medic" Paul said rushing to the other end of the corridor.

Perfect. I waited till Paul was out of my sight, then got up and ran in the direction of the kitchen.

There were guards stationed outside the kitchen. I hid behind the wall before they could see me.

I took a deep breath, composed myself and pretended like everything was normal.

I passed through the guards and they didn't stop me.

I entered the kitchen. My jaw dropped looking at it. It was better than the kitchen of a Michelin-star hotel.

They had huge freezers and many stoves.

There were more than ten chefs and around fifteen assistants preparing the food.

Everyone was busy with their work, no one noticed my presence.

There was a woman in a white apron peeling vegetables.

I went to her and tapped on her shoulder to gain her attention.

"Who are you?" she asked rudely.

Why the hell are everyone here so rude? Don't they teach politeness in their schools?

"Where is Chef William? I asked her.

"Are you the new trainee who was supposed to be here for an interview?" she asked.

"Yes," I said aggressively nodding my head.

I didn't lie. God presented me with an opportunity and I took it.