Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Two

Callie really wanted to head outdoors and see what the frontage of the house looked like that the woods had hidden, giving the privacy he obviously craved for, at all costs. Even the freedom of movement? Did he ever leave the place? Did anyone leave? Suddenly cold with chilly-like fingers trailing down her spine, Callie rubbed her arms.

What had she entered?

"Callie?" She turned away from the views and thoughts, scooting across the large empty space.

"Shouldn't there be a table or something here?" Callie asked about the space that was big enough for dancing that she eyed off with interest. It would be perfect. One had learned to entertain oneself on many occasions.

"The Lord doesn't eat in here. There is a formal dining room for such matters."

"Oh, do we eat with the boss?" The look of horror on her aunt's face said it all. "So that would be a no. Okaaaay, so where do you eat if not at the table?" Her aunt patted the long island workbench, out front of the main kitchen. Emily removed and revealed a wooden stool from underneath the overhanging lip of the island. Callie looked under the bench discovering no other seat. "What about the others?"

"There are only three of us, not including the boss. You will be cooking for everyone. They will collect their meals and eat at their own stations." Really, only four of them for this massive house?

"What? No staff gatherings to have boss bashings," she gasped horrified, covering her mouth with a splayed hand, eyes wide. Shaking her head, her aunt showed her around the industrial styled equipment that no way possibly came with the house originally.

Why such a big kitchen if she only cooked for the boss and very few staff? Opening a draw, Emily removed and placed down a folder and flicked open. "I will write a full schedule for you before I leave. You will need to read over the contract. Taking my place, you have already agreed to the rules."

"Just make a list of the dos and don'ts."

"The most important thing is the time schedule. You must be on time, every meal that includes morning and afternoon tea that he has in his study. All the main meals are in the dining room. Also a list of what he doesn't eat. Everything you need will be ordered and collected by Charles. He is the go-to-man and passes on all requests to the boss."

"In other words, I am not allowed to bring him my own grievousness, personally?" Not that she would.

Sighing, her aunt shot her an annoyed glare. "I just don't see this working if you are out to cause mischief."

Callie held her hands up. "Not guilty. I just do my chores," she finger quoted, hands lowering back in front of her, "and he won't even know I am here." She kept her thoughts about exploring the place to herself. Callie could already feel her aunt's disapproval of that without a word been spoken. Only to jump at the sudden loud beeping, looking around. It had bounced around the barren kitchen. Her aunt touched her watch.

"It will have to wait. I need to see to his," as Emily spoke, she moved around the kitchen, removing a tray, where she started preparing an afternoon tea-tray. Removing a coffee machine from behind a cupboard that looked like one needed a degree in how to use, soon to have piping hot espresso coffee on the tray. Joined with a plate of assorted pastries. A linen napkin threaded through a silver ring was added.

Fit for royalty and he had this every day?

All done in a smart manner and she was expected to do all that. Hmm, that should be interesting. It looked like she had homework in front of her. "Stay here, I will not be long." Callie raced ahead, opening the door, allowing her aunt out, carrying the tray expertly. Not a drop was spilled. One can't stain the linen.