A luxurious car drove into one of the most famous and well-rated clubhouses in the city. Those who were on the way made way for the car to pass through its lane before hooking up with their partners. Both the inside and outside of the clubhouse were filled with party life. Many young and vibrant girls were around to entertain the same generation as them or the older generations but for whichever purpose it was, they had certain rules that they were supposed to follow.
Two men came out of the car while one went to open the door for his master who stepped out in his majestic aura. He wasn wearing a suit this time around... its a club, not a conference Hall meeting. He was simply putting on a pair of baggy jeans and a white T-shirt to go with it. Simple yet expensive. The two men divided themselves, one was leading the way while the other was behind. Despite their boss dressing in such simple wear, theirs was too overloaded.
At least, that was the only available adjective to give.
The door of the clubhouse was opened and Ryan walked through the transparent walls of the VVIP section. He was a no-smiling person and not approachable, though some girls tried their luck they happened to be kicked out unexpectedly, this earned him the title A NO WOMANS NONSENSE even though some don understand what the meaning was.
"My my, you are here, bro." A man greeted him immediately after he sighted Ryan coming. He excused himself from the group that he was in and picked up two glasses of champagne from the waiter who was standing like a fixed robot. He passed one to Ryan and then sipped the other.
Ryan glanced at him and the man led the way into one of the exclusive rooms.
"Designed exclusively for the prince of the business world."
"Quit your talking, Ray. It is annoying." Ryan cuts in as he lits a stick of cigarettes.
"Oh oh, I am not surprised. Everything about me seems to be annoying you more often. I thought you weren going to come back early, what made you change your mind?" Ray asked.
Ray was the owner of the Clubhouse that they were in and he had many of them around the country. He was famous for being a playboy alongside Ryan. Some couldn get the relationship between the two.
The rumors went as follows; they are definitely dating...no, they are brothers...never, they are business partners...where do they come from?
Despite all the opinions and ideas formed about them, they remained as baseless as ever. No one could fish out the true secret between the two and that was what made them stronger.
While Ryan was thirty-two years, Ray was only twenty-five years so whether they were related by blood or not, he was seven years older than Ray so he was old enough to be his older brother.
"What made you change your mind?" Ray asked again as he watched Ryan smoke.
"Because I wish to change my mind," Ryan replied. Ray threw his hands up in the air as a sign that he had given up on what was about to come next, he didn want to get into another argumentative issue with Ryan.
"Anyways, your lady is set for you. Are you ready to meet her or does Lydia still have you under her spell?" Ray asked with a wink. Ryan hits the bottom of his cigarettes on the ashtray before eyeing Ray.
"Bring her in. I don have much time to waste." Ryan ordered.
"At your service then." Ray concur with an arrogant smile, he signaled to the bodyguards to excuse their boss as the main mission for tonight was about to begin.
The room became empty, leaving only Ryan to cope with its loneliness. A few minutes later, a lady dressed in a black strapless gown walked in, swaying her hips like she wasn going to live the next day to sway another. She was the type that Ryan always needed or requested whenever he came over to the Clubhouse.
"Good to see you again, Mr. Ryan." The lady said with a silly smile. She sat beside Ryan and bit her fingers naughtily before looking at his bulge. She chuckled.
"I see, your little brother must have missed me more than you do."
"Get down to work, Natasha," Ryan ordered and the rest of the night was full of groans, pains, and pleasure, all in the Clubhouse.
The next morning, Evie ran all around her room. She had forgotten that today was the interview for the Chef special at Andersons house. She must have been so silly, how could she have slept off despite the alarms?
Well, it wasn her fault. She could only hear the alarms ringing in her dream not in reality so she wasn guilty but was she going to explain this to Shaft? Definitely not.
The first thing whenever you want to impress your employers is to dress nicely and talk nicely.
Evie grabbed her bag and left the room after checking herself to make sure she didn dress more or less than she ought to.
After that, she boarded a cab and was driven to the residential area. Due to that, not many people were allowed in. They were expected to drop off at the main gate of the mansion before coming in. Evie blocked the sun with her hand, who would have expected the weather to change drastically during the day? She was questioned by the tough-looking security men before being allowed in.
Evie wondered if this was just a mansion as it was being called or a city built inside a country. It was bigger than a Football stadium with different beautiful waterfalls in the compound, and lawns were around the designated area. There was also a sports arena for basketball and football and a well-fenced swimming pool.
Even a stable..., she was totally in another world. Ryan Anderson was a trillionaire in her eyes as she wasn expecting him to be this rich. Bodyguards were stationed at every entrance and they had a fierce look on. Instantly, Evie regretted her decision of accepting this job in the first place but anyway, she couldn avoid it.
Since she was a spy, then it was worth knowing that she needed not to be carried away by the fantasies. She was here for a mission.
After walking for about 15 minutes, she turned to one of the bodyguards. He didn seem tough in his body as he wasn that muscular.
"Excuse me, I am here for the Chefs requirements..." Evie tried to ask for directions.
"Keep walking, maam." He cuts in and looked away. Evies face scrunched up in disbelief.
What the hell is wrong with him? Robots brother. She mocked him in her mind and proceeded. She looked at the time, she still had ten minutes more before the interview started. After walking around aimlessly, she finally found the entrance and entered.
"Wow." She couldn help but marvel as her eyes ran around the golden chandeliers and designs. It wasn even the sitting room, the lights were marvelous even the atmosphere was calm but cold. The designs were mainly black color with a touch of little bright colors. There was also a fish pool with lights in it, the fishes were colorful to watch but her admiration was cut short when she was called over.
"Maam, are you here for the Chef interview?" A man asked. Evie cleared her throat and behaved like a lady boss.
"Yes." She replied affirmatively.
"Then follow me." The man instructed. Evie watched everything with her eagle eyes, if not because of the man in front of her then she would have definitely taken some pictures and sold them to someone she knew for art designs. Evie began to realize that they had been walking for about two minutes.
"Excuse me, is our little journey still far?" She asked.
"If you can handle it then kindly make your way out of here." The man replied without glancing at her. Evie paused in her steps and mouthed Excuse me then she looked back, she didn even know the way back. Was he kidding her now?! She quickly picked up her steps.
Finally, they arrived at the designated area. It was another reservation area. It had an open, big, and wide kitchen and opposite the area were different ladies. With her fast eyes, she counted them and they happened to be nineteen, including her, which made them twenty.
The ladies were dressed extravagantly so Evie believed that they were here for a fashion show of some sort. The man directed with his hand for Evie to join the sitting ladies. With boldness, she walked without missing a step despite the disgusting look that the ladies threw her way. She sat at the extreme part of the chair...she came alone so she was going to do everything alone.
"Ladies, I hope that you are prepared enough. The time for cooking will start very soon and before then, the rules will be given to you. You are expected to prepare only one meal and answer one question sincerely after cooking.
Do you understand? There will be no form of cheating nor will there be any form of misconduct. I don care about your reputation because you are here to work as a Chef not as a first lady, am I clear?" The man gave out the instructions like a chief in command. The ladies nodded.
"Good..." Another man rushed to whisper something into his ears and he kept nodding his head that Evie was trying to guess what was happening. Then he left. The instructor cleared his throat as if to say something but then the atmosphere suddenly changed when the click of the heels was heard. The ladies looked up as quickly as they could and stood up with a smile, each of them trying to put on her best seductive and warm smile.
Even though they managed to do that, they couldn look him in the eye as they tried to act cute and shy. Evie was the last to stand up and she was taken aback by what she had just seen. Her heart raced faster than a sports car could ever race, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped low.
This was...he was Ryan Anderson? He was the perfect definition of gorgeousness. He was tall and muscular enough, at least that was what she was saying. His face was oval and had flat yet thin lips. His hair was...she was running out of words to describe him.
Ryan made his presence known, his left hand was cuffed with a slender pair of arms, and an elegant lady showed up with a sarcastic gaze as if saying sorry, b*tches, he is mine already.
The other ladies cast a doubtful and disappointed look but still, they didn stop smiling or getting shy so much that Evie almost puked.
Ryan was passing by with this lady, and his gaze met with Evies and it lasted for about 5 seconds before he was no longer in view, his lips revealed a thin yet mysterious smile as he got blocked by the wall while climbing the staircase.
Evie then blinked. What the hell just happened now? She was completely taken aback by his handsomeness that she had forgotten to take note of the most important thing about him.
"Alright, ladies. Lets get the show started." The instructor announced and the ladies walked quickly to pick up aprons to wear. They were of different colors. Their phones were meant to be in silent mode or switched off. Evie breathed in and out and reassured herself that she could do this.
The men who were sitting in the other room stood up when they saw their boss and bowed to greet him and his mistress.
They presented the chairs for them and then within the snap of a finger, drinks, snacks and healthy fruits were served to them.
In front of them was a big TV screen that was probably worth a million dollars. The activities that were about to start in the kitchen were shown for them to see.
"I see absolutely no reason why you should go this far." Ryans lady Mandarin said as one of the bodyguards poured the drink for her. Ryan crossed his legs but did not say a word. Mandarin glanced at him and shook her head while chuckling.
His playing dumb almost all the time wasn strange to her. It was just a matter of time before she was going to try to be his wife finally.
"You are weird." She muttered and then Ryan looked at her with his cold eyes yet he didn say a word. She raised her champagne glass for him to see and so did Ryan.
"Cheers." They said in unison and Mandarin took a sip.
The ladies stood in front of the little space given to them with different ingredients. Evie kept looking at everyone with a lot of emotions in her eyes. She was so nervous and would sometimes sneak a look at the CCTV cameras around.
Ryan watched with a simple expression. He picked up a snack box.
"You don eat snacks that much, its been a while," Mandarin commented. Ryan opened the box and threw one into his mouth.
"I am getting entertained, thats why." He replied shortly.
Back to the kitchen, the instructor walked around them, ensuring that everything was okay when his phone rang.
"Hello." He answered it.
"Instruct them to cook whatsoever they can from the ingredients."
"Alright ladies, from the provided ingredients, try to cook something edible and classifiable. While we want to see your ability to cook in this manner, we also want to know the time you are going to use, how serious you are, how dedicated you are to your work, and how clean you are. Your time starts now."
Evie smirked, it seemed like luck was on her side this time around. Everything she needed to use in cooking was here so she could just go ahead to prepare a simple dish...how bad could things go?
Hello, guys. I need you all to be aware of something, especially for this book. The main thing the female lead is going to use in entering is the word COOKING and I don have much idea about Western meals and how they are prepared. I only know about my local dish and pizza etc. So in case you come across a recipe that is quite the same as the one you are using but with a different name, don just mind me. I decided to give it a different name for this story.
Remember that everything is fictional, okay? Thank you for reading.