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// JASMINE \\

The next morning my neck was in excoriating pain. I couldn't sit up without yelping. I grabbed a hold of my neck and closed my eyes before finally standing up and going to my medicine cabinet to get an aspirin. I shook my head before screaming out in pain again. (lmao. you're a dumba.ss jasmine)

I texted Niall and thanked him for last night and headed to my room to pick out my clothes for work. Although I don't feel like having to deal with the kitchen, I still have to watch how my "chefs" are doing. Chelsea should be already getting the rest of the kitchen to prep. After putting the whole bottle of aspirin in my purse and putting in many coats of councilor under my eyes, I rushed down the stairs of my apartment building and to my car.

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I smiled mentally in satisfaction once Chelsea was telling the rest of the staff what they were doing wrong and how they should fix it. Now that was something I didn't do. If they didn't know how to even prep vegetables, how were they expected to become a gourmet chef?

When I looked up, I realized that Harry wasn't there and right on cue, he comes rushing in with se.x hair (very noticeable might I add) and puts his apron on.

I crossed my arms and 'tsked' my tongue and from the corner of my eye I saw Chelsea smirk before going back to work. She's acting more and more like me every day.