Chapter 7

Kelsey was standing right at the entrance of the hotel holding a bag and a jacket. She was very thoughtful. She knew I was wearing yesterday clothes and it would be slightly awkward to enter the restaurant in such an appearance. I got out of the car and through an emergency back door we sneaked into an empty storage room.

Changing my clothes and transforming myself into a chef-size, I threw the jacket somewhere in that storage and may be collecting it later.

"Whose it was?" Kelsey asked curiously because the jacket was lavish in style

"Who do you think?" I asked after coming out of the storage room.

"Was he uncle type, mid-50?" She said teasing me.

"Not so, I found a man and we had an incredible night of sex." As I said Kelsey jumped in excitement wanting to know more. Because it was her who had popped up with this idea so many times before and now that I had willingly done whatever she told me, she wanted me to crown her for that achievement.

"How was it? Soft or rough?"

"Soft? Do you think I need chocolate love?" She stopped and held me in the mid-way, wanting to know if I had crack it. I smiled and walked up to the hall where everyone had gathered for the welcome of Mr Nichloas's son. We were late we knew and so I fastened up walking speed and made my appearance walking to reach the large, spacious hall.

"So how did it go?" She continued asking me even though I pinched her many times.

The hall was so well-adorned that instead of replying to her questions, I was only looking who could be Mr Nichloas's son and when would he arrive?

Kelsey on the other hand joined her fellow mates as she was the waitress and I joined my Bossy boss.

"Where have you been and why not you pick my calls?" he raged.

"I was busy, you know? It's not easy to come from such a long distance."

"Oh really? You know, it is an important day, you should have done the remining things which have been left yesterday."

"Oh please." I rolled up my eyes at him as he began admonishing me. "I am just an assistant chef; you can't make me work more than my usual hours." I shrugged my shoulders and distanced from him a little.

I was only waiting for this tiny, teeny celebration to get over soon and returned to my room so that I could discuss my wonderful incredible night with her. The moment came when I heard Mr Nichloas got a call from his senior executive that his son had arrived. He rushed to the entrance with few of his body guards and the wide doors opened, balloons were released to fly and so our hands began to clap. Smile and joy erupted in everyone's face and with my eagerness, I looked at the person. He was wearing glasses, dressed fully in lavish black, he entered the hall and hugged his dad. Behind him was his mother probably and next to her, was a gorgeous girl, could be cousin or sister.

But I never heard Mr. Nichloas had a daughter. So, leaving that, I moved to look at the son who was about to open his glasses. He slowly took out and before I could meet his eyes, a young man covered and my vision blocked.

Photographs began to click and the crowd came over as if any actor had arrived here.

Since I was standing at a distance, was hardly able to see his exterior but my slight visibility could figure out a familiar face, felt like I have seen him, and met him before. The young charismatic moved to handshakes and hugs with the fellow people present there and I was trying my best to catch the minute gaze.

A glance and my eyeballs came out when he turned out to be the man I had slept with. I couldn't believe, digest or recognize what was happening to me. Momentarily considering it a fatal dream, I asked a side person to pinch and,

"It is not a dream."

Mr Nichloas was introducing his son to all the staff and members of the hotel, mostly those who were the important ones. And I knew, being the assistant of David Kneedy, I would be introduced as well and so in mean time, I excused myself from the crowd, from the hall to the farthest point where no one would see me.