The Chef [h.s]

three

Sabrina Cole.

Hearing the marimba ringtone from my phone was not what I wanted to wake up to. Not only was that what woke me up but also Niall's loud snores that filled the room. The phone flashed with 'Unknown Number'.

"hello?" I groggily answered. From the corner of my eye I saw Niall stir in his sleep

"Is this Ms. Cole?" a quipped voice asked

"This is she" I answered slowly and afraid. I mean who would call at six in the morning?

"This is Mrs. Styles personal assistant. I am calling on behalf of the job" my eyes had widen to he point that they surely looked like saucers.

"Mrs. Styles was very much impressed with your cooking skills, so she has decided that you will be placed with the job" a squeal immediately came out of my mouth making niall groan

"Thank you so much!" I gushed

"Furthermore information will be sent to you via email. Enjoy your day" her monotone voice said before hanging up.

I immediately rushed to niall's side and shook him. He groaned and chucked a nearby pillow at me. My smile never faltered though. Shaking him again, he sat up and glared at me

"What can you possibly want?" his grumpy voice asked

"I got the job!" I squealed and jumped on the bed. It took niall five seconds to process what I had just said before he started jumping up with me too

"See! I told you! I knew you would get it!" he grinned

"Celebration!" he shouted before going to the kitchen

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I folded that last skirt that needed to be put in the suitcase. Grabbing my suitcase that was packed with essentials and clothes. I took one last glance at my room that I wouldn't be seeing for a week and closed the door

I shivered and pulled my coat tighter on to my body. I reached my car and opened the passenger door to put the semi-heavy suitcase on the seat. I closed  the door and went around to start the car

Through the journey, my mind would flicker back to the job. I felt as if a bird was trying to be set free inside my stomach. I was hoping my decaf coffee would settle my nerves a little. But honestly hoping for the was like hoping for a miracle.

I made the last turn, which was in front of the Styles' mansion and turned off the ignition. I made sure to put back my keys in my purse. I let my head hang loose as I sighed loudly. I was literally on the edge of screaming. I was too scared to check the time, too scared that I may be late, too scared to even open the damn car door.

Confusion passed through me. I wasn't this scared when I first came here, but maybe it's Mrs. Styles intimating aura. Realizing I had just procrastinated for the past minutes, I opened the car door and stepped out. I walked the same steps I had walked the other day and knocked on the door. This whole scene right now felt like a sense of déjà vu. The door opened but instead of it being Mrs. Styles it was a redhead, a very tall redhead. She was obviously confused as to I was but offered a genuine smile.

"I'm Sabrina, the new chef" realization was what I suppose came to her because she opened the door wider for me to step in

"Can I take your coat?" she asked as I stepped in. I nodded and gave her my coat.

"No offense, but I thought that Elizabeth would've picked someone a little older. I mean she's always about experience, not that you don't-"

"It's okay, I wasn't exactly expected to get the job either" I told her. I understood where she was coming from. She was probably used to having professional chefs

"Oh! How rude of me, I'm Iris" she said. "Nice to meet y-"

"Your late" a voice snapped. My eyes widened and my hands felt clammy again. I pulled out my phone carefully and checked the time. The number read that it was exactly 9:06. I was late by six minutes?

"Iris did you show her room yet" she asked while typing away on her phone. Iris rolled her eyes at her and responded "I was just about to-"

"We'll do it later. Harry's about to wake up" she was annoyed suddenly. she definitely had a rude habit of cutting people off.

"I'm going now before I end up late" she said finally taking her eyes of the device. She fixed her bangs before she got her coat and left the house.

"She's such a bitch" Iris said

"I'm pretty sure learned that the first time I heard her talk" I said. She chuckled and grabbed my suitcase. She headed towards a room but stopped suddenly and turned to look at me

"You should probably start his breakfast. Mr. Styles hates waiting" she said with a glint of mischief in her eyes

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