Wanting Damien

Raven looked into the mirror and saw that her brunette hair and brown eyes were running wild again.

At the age of twenty-two, she had learned how hard life could be for one. She had recently finished her studies in culinary arts and she was excited to be going for her first job offer.

She had prepared a dish that she was going to show and serve them. She went to the bathroom and showered.

When she was done, she brushed and tied up her hair into a ponytail. She put on her uniform and Raven was ready to head out.

She put on her kitchen shoes and was out the door.

Raven had wanted to work for a huge corporation but she had no choice but to work as a personal chef as she was desperate at this point.

The rent and her bills didn't care where she worked as long as it was paid for was all that mattered in this case scenario.

Raven got a cab to the place as it seemed to be a private residence that buses didn't go through every day.

After half an hour's drive, Raven finally got to the place and she was surprised at how huge the place was. It was a mansion and she wondered if she had arrived at the right place.

Raven had to identify herself as to whom she was and that she was here to try out for a job position.

The gates opened and they drove in, Raven paid the cab driver and got out of the car. Raven walked up to the door and she found an elderly woman standing by the doorway.

"You must be Raven."

"Yes mam, it's nice to meet you."

"This way," the lady replied.

Raven nodded and followed behind her, the place was way too huge and she wondered if she was applying to work for her.

When they got to the kitchen, they were multiple divided workstations that had ingredients for them to use.

"You can pick any workstation, there are fifteen candidates applying for this job. There is a time limit of forty-five minutes. Good luck, the results will be out in an hour after you finish cooking, you will all by the waiting area."

Raven nodded, and she was nervous. They were so many chefs applying, she went to workstation number five.

After fifteen minutes, the competition had begun and Raven was scrambling back and forth as trying to make a dish that would impress them but she ended up making a simple home-cooked meal.

She made pasta alfredo, caesar salad and times was up. Our meals were collected and taken away to be judged.

Raven sighed, she hadn't made anything impressive, and when she heard the others discussing as to what they made she knew then and there she had not made it.

They sat by the waiting area, and she saw that every single chef in the room was on their nerves. Raven felt defeated, she had tried that's all that mattered.

The elderly lady came back into the room, "Thank you for coming to the interview, and I would like the chef from workstation number five to please come with me. The rest you can go home."

Raven's mouth dropped, had she really said number five? She was number five! She felt numb and was in disbelief that she had really gotten in. She had gotten the job!

Raven stood up shakily and went with the elderly lady, they stopped in the dining area and they sat down.

"First of all congratulations Raven."

"Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me, you did all the work. I'm Mrs. Charlotte, and how this works you will be living here as you will be making breakfast, lunch, and supper. Sometimes tea, depending on if the boss is here. The accommodation comes with the job so you don't pay any rent."