Rules

Flower's voice quivered with gratitude. "Thank you, Gina. I can't believe he actually wants me back. I'll wait for you outside, but please hurry."

Gina assured her, "Don't worry, Flower. I'll be there as quickly as I can."

With a sense of urgency, Gina rushed to gather her belongings and headed out of the mansion. She braved the rain, determined to bring Flower back.

As she arrived outside, she spotted Flower huddled under a small umbrella, drenched and shivering.

"Quick, get in. You'll catch a cold if you stay out here any longer," Gina said, concern evident in her voice.

Gina handed her a towel and some dry clothes she had brought along.

"Here, dry yourself off and change into these. We'll warm you up as soon as we get back," Gina said, her voice soothing and comforting.

As they entered back to the mansion, Gina explained, "My boss, Charles, actually sent me to bring you back. He was completely unaware that you were the new cook and genuinely wants you to continue working for him."

Flower's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I thought he wanted nothing to do with me after what happened."

Gina smiled reassuringly. "He had a change of heart once he tasted your amazing cooking. He couldn't imagine losing such talent in his kitchen."

Flower's face brightened with a mixture of relief and joy. "I'm so grateful, Gina. I was certain I had lost this opportunity."

"You're a talented cook, Flower. Don't sell yourself short," Gina encouraged her. "And from now on, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're here to support you."

They arrived back at the mansion, where Charles was waiting. As soon as they reached the sitting room, Charles looked up from the couch he was seated on.

Flower quickly bent her head in shame.

"Gina, leave us," Charles said. Gina bowed and left.

"So why did you come back?" Charles asked sarcastically.

"You called for me," Flower muttered, looking downward. She couldn't stand his arrogance; he acted far too proud of himself.

"Yeah, I called for you. I wouldn't have allowed your dirty self into my house if not for your food," Charles rasped.

Flower gulped hard, trying to remain composed.

"Where's your ego? I thought you were superwoman. Why are you keeping quiet?" Charles jibed.

Flower still kept quiet. As much as she wanted to give him a piece of her mind, she knew she had to remain calm or risk losing her job.

"I've learned my lesson," she lied.

"I doubt that," he said, glaring at her.

"Well, you are employed, but there are rules you must obey. The day you break any of the rules marks your last day here," Charles briefed.

"I'll be in my room. Meet me there later after you clear the mess in the dining table," he said, and then walked off.

She had wanted to protest; after all, clearing the mess in the dining table was the job of a maid. Nevertheless, she walked towards the dining area grudgingly to clear the mess.

Flower arrived at Charles' room. She hesitated for a moment outside Charles' room, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She knew that dealing with him would be a challenge, but she was determined to do her best.

Gently knocking on the wooden door, Flower waited for a response. "Come in," called out Charles from inside.

Pushing open the door, Flower stepped into the room. She was pleasantly surprised to find a neatly organized space, with a large desk against one wall and a comfortable - looking bed on the other. The room had an air of sophistication, reflecting Charles' refined taste.

Charles was seated behind the desk, engrossed in his work. He looked up as Flowrt entered, a faint hint of annoyance still apparent in his expression.

"What took you so long?" he asked, his tone slightly impatient.

"I apologize for the delay, sir. I wanted to ensure that everything was properly cleared in the dining area," Flower replied politely. She couldn't miss this job with her arrogance but she would surely deal with Charles later.

He huffed and then fling a sheet of paper to her.

"There are the rules , read and sign"

Flower bent down further to pick the paper . She gently opened it and started reading.

To: Flower Cunningham

From: The boss; Charles Hamilton

Subject: Rules for the Mansion

Dear Flower,

1. Professionalism: Please maintain a professional attitude and demeanor while at work. This includes refraining from any rude or offensive behavior towards your colleagues, fellow staff members, and guests.

2. Hygiene: It is imperative that you adhere to strict hygiene standards in the kitchen. This includes maintaining personal cleanliness, wearing appropriate kitchen attire, and routinely washing hands to prevent any contamination of the food.

3. Timeliness: Punctuality is vital for the smooth running of the Mansion.

4. Respectful Communication: We expect all staff members, including yourself, to communicate in a respectful and professional manner. Foul language, shouting, or offensive remarks will not be tolerated.

5. Cleanliness: It is your responsibility to maintain a clean and organized work area in the kitchen. Regularly clean all surfaces, equipment, and utensils after each use. Failure to maintain cleanliness may result in disciplinary action.

6. Confidentiality: At the Mansion, we value the privacy and trust of our guests. Therefore, it is essential that you maintain strict confidentiality regarding all information, conversations, and activities observed during your work hours.

7. Safety: The safety of our staff and guests is of utmost importance. You are required to strictly adhere to all safety protocols and procedures while in the kitchen. Any potential hazards or safety concerns should be immediately reported to your supervisor.

8. Teamwork: The Mansion encourages a collaborative and supportive work environment. Please make an effort to work positively with other members of the staff, assisting where needed and fostering a harmonious atmosphere.

And so the rules went on....

Flower glared at Charles who wasn't even looking her way, he was operating his laptop. She smiled as she stared at the rules, a cunning smile at that.

"Can you lend me a pen" she requested. He scoffed.

"This should be our only conversation in this mansion. I don't want you speaking to me" He hollered and threw a pen at her.

" And remember, I'll get my Revenge on you back, be set" he smirked while she smiled.

She was also going to get her revenge, she thought as she signed the agreement.