Camilla's pov Life was truly an irony. I couldn't help but read the text countless times. I was hired as a chef for Dominic Hale, the once famous ruthless CEO. Rumor had it that he was implicated, some said his best friend betrayed him, some said, due to his ruthlessness and being rude, his rivals came up on how to deal with him. But none was really true. He was a bachelor in New York city, he changed ladies anyhow, but after his company went bankrupt, he went into hiding and no one knew where he was, till now. But I'm going to work for him, as a chef…I was so happy. I laid on my bed, as I thought of what to wear, as I settled for a nude skirt and a black top and my low heels to pair it. At least, I want to look decent. On the same day, I lost my job and got cheated on, but God heard my prayers and he gave me another job on the same day, without even struggling to get another one. Am sure Aurora would be so happy, if she heard the news. She didn't like where I worked, as they paid low and I had to work from dawn till dusk, with shouts and complaints from annoying customers. At least, with this new job, I'll be able to pay for her surgery, and get my sister back, and I drifted to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. I pulled my hair into a bun, went to the bathroom, had my bath and did my normal routine. I didn't want to be late, after I wore my clothes, I just applied a touch of lipgloss to my lips and a nude powder. I wasn't really a fan of make-up. I wore my low heels, I headed to the kitchen to eat my French toast. After I finished eating, I touched the pendant on my neck, it was my mom's own, she gave me before she died. She used to say, the pendant was a luck that follows anyone who wears it. I took my bag, and went out. I took the nearest cab, the cab driver was very nice, we even talked and he advised me on some little things, and wished me good luck.

I was dropped at the address, sent with the text message. I looked up, as I met a very huge mansion. This house was someone's dream house, I am sure of it. I went to the guard, as I told them the reason why I was here, they opened the gate, and I had a clearer view of the house. It was decorated with different kinds of flowers. Aurora loved flowers, she usually said. “They have souls, and their souls are tied to heaven”. Such a statement. I was interrupted by a man who led me to the place where I would see my boss. The man looked like a Butler, and would probably be in his late thirties. He was kind, and reminded me of my father. “Ma’am, I guess you're the new chef? You're so beautiful”, he said. He was nice, I always got compliments on my hair. It was kinda rare, I took my mum's hair. The ginger colour usually reminded me of Merida. I got compliments, that I looked like her and I had such a personality.

The living room was magnifying. The marble tiles sparkled, like it had taken years to scrub, the window blinds were not opened. The whole house was dark except for a thin light, reflecting from a passage. “Have your seat, ma'am, the boss will be here soon”. I nodded, as I started to feel flustered and anxious, my palms were sweaty due to the constant friction. A few minutes later, I had been sitting there, and I was already tired, before I heard footsteps approaching, down the hallway. It came closer, till the person was revealed. It was Dominic Hale..I was just seeing him for the first time in my life. He looked like a god. A chiseled jawline, his hair was slicked back, leaving some to drop at the front, I could see the bulging abs from the cloths, he was so muscular and tall, I had to cringe my neck when I stood up, and his blue yes, I could literally drown in it, I didn't even reach his shoulders, he just wore a beige pants and a shirt. “When you're done drooling, you can sit”, he said. My cheeks turned red from embarrassment. “Am sure, you're Camilla Reed?”,he asked, not even glancing at me. “ Yes sir, am Camilla”. He nodded.

“You'll be my chef, you'll cook when I ask you to. I don't accept incompetence”, such a rude asshole. “Yes sir, I'll try my best”.

“Hope you know it's a stay home job? You'll have to live here, henceforth”, he said with no acknowledgement of everything I said. I was already fed up, he kept firing questions at me, like I came for a trial, rather it was a cooking job. He was so arrogant, that he didn't really care if I was tired, as though he thought I'll stutter or beg for the chance to serve him. I might be poor, but I won't condone a rich, arrogant asshole. I let him finish, I folded my arms together, as I met his gaze without flinching. “If you're asking, if I could handle pressure, the answer is yes. If you're asking if I'll put up with disrespect, while doing my work, the answer is no. I came here because I was qualified and employed, not desperate. So if you want a chef who knows her work, and does it professionally, I'm the right person, but if you're looking for someone to play the meek little servant you can bark orders at, am sorry, but you've got the wrong woman”.

The finger that kept tapping the desk, stopped after my confrontation. His eye brow twitched as he stared at me unbelievably. Probably, he didn't expect such an outburst. “You've got some nerve”, he said, with a straight face. “Get her out of my sight”...I thought I didn't hear well, before I knew it, I was thrown outside. What the hell have I done?