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Twisting chapter2
“Jean, Are you ready?” Kelsey banged on the door and I was putting on my shoes.
“Almost, I am coming,” I screamed taking my satchel, my cell phone, my perfume, lipstick, and key.
Kelsey and I go to the hotel together and return together. It’s been a year and I still have not learned what is punctuality. Unfortunately, you all will be shocked to hear that I don’t have a clock in my house, I see the time in my phone or the pretty alarm wakes me up.
“Interesting, isn’t it?”
We took a taxi and reached to hotel and then we divided our path. She is a sexy waitress in the restaurant of the hotel while I am the assistant chef to Mr. Kneedy.
Her life is extremely amazing, she serves hot guys, stares at them with her killer eyes and I am stuck in the kitchen, showcasing my cutlery skills to none.
Damn!
“What do I have in my hand?” Only raw chicken, sometimes broccoli and I have to burn them in the burner.
Boring!
I thought my life would be amazing, interesting, and as sexy as Kelsey but I had to spend my entire day in the kitchen, sometimes fighting with my senior or breathing in difficulty in smoke, sometimes, almost had to murder a quail or burn piece of leg, not mine’s although.
Being an assistant chef is not delicious ice cream, I slipped, and sometimes sleep while still standing in the kitchen and underwent cyclical changes of mood swings because of My boss, Mr Kneedy.
He is a pain in my nose, and will leave no chance to rebuke me. His eyes work like a surveillance camera and whoever thinks to find a shortcut, he catches in an instant and bumps onto him.
Kelsey and me divided our paths after changing our outfits. She wore her shirt and mini skirt and I wore the usual apron. She went on to take orders while I went on to cook the orders.
“4 Fettuccine al Pomodoro, 2 Ganache, 1 Pizza Margherita, and a cheesecake” Kelsey brought me the list as quickly as she could and I divided it among other staff. I took the order of Fettuccine and began speeding up. Kneddy arrived fifteen minutes later after we entered the kitchen and began helping others. His main work was to lay hands to others and instruct, coz he is the boss, and the boss does not work.
© pReeTi 😎😉
“Almost, I am coming,” I screamed taking my satchel, my cell phone, my perfume, lipstick, and key.
Kelsey and I go to the hotel together and return together. It’s been a year and I still have not learned what is punctuality. Unfortunately, you all will be shocked to hear that I don’t have a clock in my house, I see the time in my phone or the pretty alarm wakes me up.
“Interesting, isn’t it?”
We took a taxi and reached to hotel and then we divided our path. She is a sexy waitress in the restaurant of the hotel while I am the assistant chef to Mr. Kneedy.
Her life is extremely amazing, she serves hot guys, stares at them with her killer eyes and I am stuck in the kitchen, showcasing my cutlery skills to none.
Damn!
“What do I have in my hand?” Only raw chicken, sometimes broccoli and I have to burn them in the burner.
Boring!
I thought my life would be amazing, interesting, and as sexy as Kelsey but I had to spend my entire day in the kitchen, sometimes fighting with my senior or breathing in difficulty in smoke, sometimes, almost had to murder a quail or burn piece of leg, not mine’s although.
Being an assistant chef is not delicious ice cream, I slipped, and sometimes sleep while still standing in the kitchen and underwent cyclical changes of mood swings because of My boss, Mr Kneedy.
He is a pain in my nose, and will leave no chance to rebuke me. His eyes work like a surveillance camera and whoever thinks to find a shortcut, he catches in an instant and bumps onto him.
Kelsey and me divided our paths after changing our outfits. She wore her shirt and mini skirt and I wore the usual apron. She went on to take orders while I went on to cook the orders.
“4 Fettuccine al Pomodoro, 2 Ganache, 1 Pizza Margherita, and a cheesecake” Kelsey brought me the list as quickly as she could and I divided it among other staff. I took the order of Fettuccine and began speeding up. Kneddy arrived fifteen minutes later after we entered the kitchen and began helping others. His main work was to lay hands to others and instruct, coz he is the boss, and the boss does not work.
© pReeTi 😎😉
