Hillary Howard’s POV
This girl is unbelievable , how can she insult me rudely like that? Is it that she knows that I’m softhearted and she’s trying to take advantage of me ? Isn’t she afraid of being fired on her first day?
Hillary Howard is my name but my friends call me Larry , I’m 24 years old and a young multi-millionaire . When it comes to looks , I can’t compare anybody else with me cuz I’m too cute and ladies throw themselves at me but I don’t fall for their tricks. All I know is they’re after my looks and money
This is the first time I’m quarrelling with a lady cuz I respect them so much but this new maid of mine just triggered something that I didn’t know exist in me which is anger . Its not like I’ve never been provoked or insulted by someone but when someone try to argue with me I always walk away .
I can’t believe she just compared me to a skeleton , am I skinny to that extent? Well it’s all Harley’s fault (my little sister) who forced me to hire a maid so that I can eat home cooked food after my nanny, Mrs Peterson retired. She worked for us for almost twenty years and took good care of us after the death of our parents so was like mother to me and I didn’t want to replace her.
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My stomach grumbled and that’s when I remembered that I ordered Miss big lips to prepare something to eat. I checked my wrist watch and damn it? Its almost 3 hours waiting for food , I wonder what kind of meal she is preparing.
I stood and sluggishly walked to the kitchen. Jesus Christ!!!! What I saw got me speechlessly and I felt like fainting. The only option here is to sack her.
Charlene’s POV
I found myself wandering around this huge kitchen cuz I don’t even know where to find the ingredients and the worst part of it is I don’t know what I’m going to prepare. I spent almost thirty minutes opening cupboards , taking out ingredients and returning them back in their shelves without using them .
I’m totally confused right now cuz I don’t know these ingredients, you know I come from a poor family and we don’t use much when cooking.
An Idea popped in my mind and I jumped a countless times out of excitement , I’m going to prepare macaroni with cheese , meatballs and soup??. I took almost every ingredient I saw in the cupboards and placed them on the granite tables which were on the middle of the kitchen.
I took macaroni , added salt , water and topped with cheese set the pressure cooker on . I didn’t want to waste my time so I cooked my soup with a lot of spices but it was too salty so I added sugar to sweeten it a bit.
I wanted to cook meatballs but I didn’t know which meat to use so I opted for chicken which I saw in the refrigerator and I know its easy to cook. I took one full chicken , removed the breast which I wanted to use and cut it into smaller cubes . I mixed two eggs , instant yeast , black pepper, red pepper, powdered garlic, cinnamon, tomatoes , milk and flour then added my cubed chicken cuts.
I used the paste to form round golf-sized meatballs and after I was done I dipped them in boiling water then covered my pot.
A curly smile formed on my lips as I was daydreaming about the compliments I’m going to be given by my boss cuz today I did my best. If he can’t appreciate this then he’s jealous and a skinny weirdo.
Later , I perceived a burning scent and quickly rushed to my pots grinning like madwoman which turned into a frown when I uncovered my pots . Macaroni turned to porridge and the meatballs turned to pap or let me say overcooked rice .
I became angry cuz i have spent hours preparing this food and i smashed two dinner plates , a water glass and a bowel which I was using . I then felt someone’s presence and , all the anger vanished abruptly and was replaced with fear.
I knew it was none other than my boss yet I was filled with flour from head to toe and the kitchen was upside down.
I am doom!
Should I runaway or say my last prayer?