'Send everyone back- we have hired' he said with his deep and stern voice over the phone. If I wasn't in the situation I am right now, I would have lost myself swooning over his voice, his eyes, him. He seems to be perfect.
'What's going on?' asked the chef.
'you-' he said pointing towards me 'come by the restaurant tomorrow by 2 in the afternoon sharp. Prepare us a dish that is worthy enough of being the new signature of the restaurant. if Patrick does not like it, we can do this all over again, this time without you. If you are second late, consider yourself fired. I don't like late comers' he said pushing his moveable white chair back in order to get up from it.
"What the hell is happening?" I think to myself as I watch him stroll out of his own office leaving me and the chef alone.
'Sir, I am very confused. What just happened?' I asked the chef.
'I told you call me Patrick, Sara. Since we will be working together I want us to get rather comfortable. Don't think too much about it, he makes hasty decisions. But don't let this opportunity go, you are very lucky. See you tomorrow child' he said as he also went out of the room.
Did this really happen? I am hired? WHAT?
All of this feels very surreal. Am I dreaming?
'No you are not Ms. Bennett' I look up startled with the voice behind me. Did I speak out loud?
I turn around to see Mr. Adler looking at me, amused. I don't know how to thank him. I am so grateful for him, but this seems fishy. Why'd he hire me just like that? He is knows for his strictness and how much loyalty he demands from every one of his employee. Didn't he have to do a background check on me first?
'I don't know how to thank you Mr. Adler. Thank you so much for this opportunity, I won't let you down or doubt your decision.'
'Don't get your hopes too high up Ms. Bennett. If you don't impress us tomorrow, this job would be taken away from you faster than it was given. Go home and prepare. Come with me, I'll lead you to the elevator.'
'You don't need to do tha-'
'I insist.'
'Well, thank you again' I say with a smile on my face, giving into his demanding tone.
He starts moving and I stand up and follow him. Wow, I never imagined something like this happening to me, after all that did happen in the past. I am grateful for this new start.
As we walk towards the elevator, a middle aged guy -bald with a few wrinkles over his face and his shirt- walks upto Greyson with a file and a bunch of papers all crumbled in his hands.
Should I wait for him, I can see the elevator from where we are standing now though. But it would be rude, wouldn't it? I mean he did say he would accompany me to the elevator and it would be rude. Or would it be desperate if I stand here waiting for him? How much time would it take?
I should wait, he has been nothing but kind to me and I can wait for sometime, its not like I'm in a rush or something.
I take this time to fully notice how he looks- zoning out from their conversation, not wanting to intrude their privacy.
He seems to be standing at almost 6'3 with brown hair falling, much similar to mine but with natural blond highlights, over his beautiful sculpted face. He is a buff guy. But not too much- though enough to make anyone scared with his broad chest and a stern look in his deep grey eyes. I could loose myself easily in them. His stubble enhances the cut of his jawline in way that makes him look further more attractive to the human eye, if that's even possible. His tan skin is perfect and clear, I wonder what skincare he uses. He has a white shirt on with jet black pants. The sleeves of his shirt are folded and his black tie lies lose around his neck, showing his tiredness since it is already 8 in the night and I'm sure he has been working since morning. But his attire doesn't let go of his professional persona.
Too bad he's engaged. I'll have to check who stole this beauty's heart later tonight, after I decide on what dish I will make tomorrow. I am so nervous, I hope I do good.
'Let's go' he said taking his eyes off the paper onto me and gesturing his hands towards the elevator.
As soon as we approach the door of the elevator, it opens itself. we get in and he pressed the ground button. Does he really want to go down too or is he being too kind?
My thought is answered when he takes out of his jet black from his pocket- 'Get the car ready, we have to go somewhere' to what seems to be his driver or a P.A?
As we reach the ground floor he ends his call.
'Thank you for everything again Sir. I am very grateful and I won't disappoint' I say while
He lights shakes his head telling me quietly, he understand.
'Are you going to go home now?'
What's up with all these personal questions?
'Y-yea, I think so.'
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
um how did you guys like this one? would love to know your opinions! :)
I'm sorry if you feel this story is too slow, I'm trying to write it how I think I would write a novel. Considering I'm 16, I'm awful rn lol annndd I dont know how to make conversations in real life hence don't know how to write about them either.
give me votes??? :)
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