Chapter 3

I let out a sigh of disappointment. That man has caused a record-breaking sigh count for this whole week. I look behind me to see Chase trailing close. "Chase,you don't get paid enough for this. Even I don't have time for this dysfunctional ass family." I disclose

And unfortunately, I'm apart of it. He chuckles and continues walking past me. I follow him down the hall and into the room I was supposedly staying in. He hands me my skull pillow that until now I hadn't noticed he had picked it up. "Thanks, " I say shortly He nods and looks around the room. "This room is so..." "Bright?" he finishes my sentence I nod my head in agreement. "We can always redecorate it," he says looking at the white walls of the room. "What color are you thinking?" I ask already having an idea of what I wanted. "Blue?" he questions looking down at me. My face twist with disgust. "Ew no too bright. How about a greyish-blue." I suggest and he nods his head. I usually paint my room myself because I just think it's better when you do it yourself but this room was way bigger than my room at my house. Chase turns to leave, "Um... you gonna help me paint this time?" I ask he really didn't have a choice but it didn't hurt to ask. He pauses for a sec before I can see a smirk from the side of his face, "Yeah ok." he says before leaving the room. I throw my skull pillow on the floor and jump on top of it. Uh, I hate this place. I roll onto my back looking up at the ceiling for a while trying not to let my anger boil too much. This place brings back the most unsettling memories. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "What!" I spout loudly the door opens to reveal none other than mother. "Someone's not in a good mood." she smiles I cut my eyes at her "I wonder why." I scoff. She just grins as she walks closer to me her heels clacking against the marbled floors. "Glad to see you join the family again," she says. I don't respond. I'd rather talk to the staff all-day licking floors than talk to anyone in this family especially her. I roll my eyes and she chuckles, "Well I hope you fix your attitude by tomorrow evening because we have guests coming over. A very wealthy family of investors. So I need you to not dress in anything that resembles that." she said pointing to my jogging pants. Why is everyone just disrespecting my jogging pants?

"Well, I don't have to go," I assured getting up and plopping onto the king-sized bed. "I said Family of investors for a reason, it's a family dinner we have to mirror their image." she sighs I flip off my shoes and pull the blankets over me.

"Since when am I, family? Why don't you just act like you only have 5 children like you usually do." I suggest turning away from her. "Because there are unfortunately 6," she says quickly. "Oh now that it has something to do with the money, I'm family." I scoffed "Well, you got to go. Ignore me if you want to but just remember I warned you. Who knows what your father will do if you don't attend." I hear her heels clack against the tiles sounding farther and farther away before I hear the door shut. I let out a shaky breath. This is why I don't want to live with them they are so money hungry that they don't care about their family. Maybe I'm just the least favorite I laugh to myself. Yeah, that would make more sense.

I take a nap till about midnight and wake up to shower when I get out I dress in grey shorts and a white and grey striped shirt. I open my door to my room and step out into the dark hallway. My feet felt cold against the marble floors and the moonlight shone through the windows at each end of the halls. I tiptoe down the hallway slowly and quietly. My mind wandered and I realized how long it's been since I lived here, it's been years. I can't even map where I'm going. I walk a little quicker down the hall until I am met with flights of stairs. I walk down one flight then I slide down the banister for the last flight. I look around the darkroom; they should really install some signs because I don't know where I am. I walk through the room which I had looked around dodging furniture at the last minute thank goodness there were windows. I exit the room through the open walkway and entered the hall. Just when I was about to groan about being lost again a small light that came from the end of the hall caught my eye. I quickly walked toward the open door. I peeked inside to see about 10 different staff members surrounding a stainless steel table that belonged to the huge kitchen surrounding them. They all were looking down at a paper grumbling. A man that had a silver nameplate that read 'Head Chef' with the name 'Mael' on it was continuously writing things down looking quite angry. One of the chefs was cursing under her breath "I fucking hate when they do this." she huffed in a thick Russian accent folding her muscular arms as she leaned against the door frame. "Do what?" I asked "They just set up a big business dinner without giving the staff a heads up." she started before looking down at me. She flinched a little before laughing it off "Woah, you surprised me you little shit, " she chuckled nudging me. "Sorry, " I say quickly. "Why are all of you still awake?" I question stepping into the kitchen. "Well Mr. Makfa and his wife decided that it would be smart to host a large dinner with so-called investors without telling the kitchen staff until the night before," she complained angrily.

"So now we have to come up with a menu or our jobs are in jeopardy." the head chef said with a barely noticeable French accent. All the staff was looking towards me. It took me a few minutes to think of a solution by now I think I have an idea. I think I have a way of helping them keep their jobs but also making sure to ruin my father's appetite. He wants to play with my money I'll mess with his appetite.

"May I help?" I asked walking towards the stainless steel table I pull the paper from him. I look down at the plans; oh no Italian again. I shake my head and started writing down dishes that the guess would most likely enjoy. If there was one thing I was good at was relying on my taste buds.

While I was living alone I git to try many dishes. And one thought passed through my head as I wrote down may dishes. My dad hates seafood.

I finished writing down all the meals. "You think you can do that?" I asked the head chef who was reading the paper, he nods in awe. I walk towards the door with a small smile on my face the Russian lady stopped me before I had made it out. "Thank you." she said sincerely I take time to look down at her name tag that was titled 'Sou chef' with her name being 'Manya'. "No problem I say shortly before leaving. I spent a few minutes wandering around the empty hallways until I finally made it to my room. The sun was rising. I was very tired. By the time I had made it onto my bed, I was already half-asleep. I practically melted onto the bed.