The next couple of hours flew by super fast. I got right to work, trying to act like the super serious chef I was supposed to be. No singing, no silly notes, no talking back—just quiet chopping, mixing, and cooking.
Well… it was mostly quiet.
Now and then, I'd peek toward the hallway where Nicholas had disappeared.
He was in his office, probably drowning in papers, numbers, and deals that would make him more money in a single day than I'd ever see in my whole life. I wondered what kind of fancy people he was meeting today. Probably other super-rich, stuck-up folks who drink coffee that costs more than my apartment rent.
Still, the fact that he hadn't fired me yet made me feel oddly good about myself.
Maybe I was starting to grow on him.
Kind of like that small annoyance you get used to after a while.
