CHAPTER FOUR

Irene looked at the man in front of her and asked, “how are you, Francis?"

He smiled and replied, "fine,” looking directly into her beautiful eyes, ‘she is so beautiful’ he thought.

Irene looked at him and still couldn't believe he is a cook, she asked, "are you sure you can do this?"

"Ma'am this is my job. I took it up from my dad and I assure you that you won’t disappoint if you hire me for the job."

With doubt clouding her face, Irene looked at him once more, there was something about him that was urging her to hire him. Deep in her heart she could feel that whatever it was means trouble but she just couldn’t listen to her conscience and also, she wanted to taste the food that a man like him made. She was sure as hell that if he is a good cook, it would taste great. A part of her wanted to put him on bending and talk to George about him, in all the applicants that came over, he was the only one she feels like hiring