Episode 1

Debby's POV

I stood outside this tall building, or should I say mansion. I couldn't believe this building belonged to one family.

I was passing by this street last week when I saw a signpost: “House Cook Wanted.” So, I decided to give it a try.

So here I am, standing outside the gate. I stood, not knowing what to do. I was very bold coming here, but now I'm scared.

I don't know if I'm qualified to be a cook here. I turned back, deciding to go home and search for a job elsewhere, but my luck ran out.

The gate opened and a security man came out.

"Hey, young lady," he called out to me.

I turned back and flashed him a weak smile.

"Good afternoon, sir," I greeted him.

He didn't bother replying to my greeting. He just stared at me from head to toe and shook his head.

"What are you doing here? Are you looking for someone?" he asked me.

"I came for the house cook sign put out here," I replied.

He looked at me from head to toe again and laughed sarcastically, then shook his head.

He gave me a disgusting look, like I was some piece of trash.

"What gave you the boldness to come here for a job? Do you think you are qualified to get a job here?" he asked with a clenched jaw.

I scoffed mentally at his choice of words.

Look who's talking. He's behaving like he owns this mansion. He's just a security man, for heaven's sake, and he's looking down on me.

Ah! Pot calling kettle black, I mock him sassily in my mind.

"I don't think I need some kind of certificate or qualifications to get a job as a cook," I told him boldly.

I'm poor, I get that. But it doesn't mean he can rub it in my face and make me feel bad about myself. You can call me a spitfire, but I don't care.

"Oh, you don't know? The Knights are very sensitive with their food, so don't think you can meet up to their standards. Young lady, you better go back home or search elsewhere for a job," he said and turned to leave.

Oh no, you can't just insult me and leave, you jerk.

"I won't go anywhere. I was thinking of going elsewhere, but for your rudeness, I must get this job," I retorted harshly, with determination in my voice.

He turned back to me abruptly and glared harshly. I guess he didn't like what I just said.

Well, you can't blame me. He started it.

"Leave," he snapped at me.

"No," I replied, equally stubborn.

"I said leave," he said through gritted teeth.

"No."

"Leave!" He was getting angry, but I didn't care. Who was he to insult me?

"No, I won't leave," I told him. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for what he was going to do.

He couldn't just talk to me the way he wanted and expect me to be okay with it. I wouldn't allow it.

Seeing I wasn't ready to listen to him, he ran towards me and pushed me hard. I fell on my butt.

I hissed in pain when I tried to get up.

That bastard! How dare he push me?! Doesn't he have respect for women?!

"I said leave," he repeated, anger dripping from his words.

But I didn't care. I was angry too. He insulted me!

I got up, hissing when the pain in my butt struck.

Before I could open my mouth and give him a piece of my mind, a black SUV drove to the gate and stopped, waiting for the security man to open it.

I was hoping the security man would be the one opening the gate, but unfortunately, it opened on its own.

Instead of the SUV driving in, the driver’s door opened and a man in a well-tailored suit came out. He seemed to be in his sixties, but he was very handsome for his age.

Also, he seemed to be a rich man—no, a billionaire. I guessed he owned this mansion.

He walked towards us and smiled at me. I didn't know what to do, so I smiled back nervously.

I mean, what would you do if a billionaire was standing in front of you, smiling?

Kill me now.

"Good afternoon, sir, welcome, sir," the security man rushed to greet him.

I almost laughed out loud because of his pretence of being a good man. A while ago, he was being a demon.

"Good afternoon, James," the man replied.

The rich man turned to me and said, surprisingly softly, "Young lady, how can we help you?"

I smiled and stretched out my hand for a handshake. I thought he wouldn't accept it, but to my greatest surprise, he did.

"Good afternoon, sir. My name is Debby. I came here for the house cook vacancy," I said and withdrew my hand.

He looked at me, then nodded his head thoughtfully. He faced the security man and glared at him.

"Then what was she doing on the ground?" he fired at James.

James cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck nervously, shifting from one leg to another.

"Sir… sh… she… I…" He trailed off, not knowing what to say. He looked at me as if asking for help.

A sadistic smirk tugged on my lips. So now he wanted my help? A while ago, he was staring at me like I was a dirty rag.

"Sir," I called, gaining his attention. The rich man turned to me and his stern look disappeared, replaced with a beaming smile.

"Sir, I fell on my own. He wanted to help me up," I lied smoothly. James was rude to me, but I couldn't bear to land him in trouble.

The rich man kept quiet for some seconds, looking between James and me.

"Come inside with me, dear, we have something to discuss," the rich man said, guiding me into the compound.

"Oh, and James, park the car inside," he added.

I, on the other hand, just followed him inside like a lost puppy. I didn't know what he wanted to discuss with me.

I didn't even know if he was a good man or not. I just followed him inside.

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