I followed Chak into the kitchen. He sat down at the counter, and I stood next to him.
"Make me breakfast," Chak said.
"What would you like for breakfast, sir?" I asked calmly.
My thoughts were racing, hoping it wouldn't be too complicated, I thought to myself.
"Pick whatever you want to cook for me," he replied coldly.
"Understood, sir," I said, feeling like a student cooking for the teacher. As if it were some kind of test.
I opened the fridge and noticed it was stocked with only high-quality ingredients. Of course, he can afford this, I thought to myself. I grabbed eggs, red and green peppers, salmon, spinach, cream cheese, coconut water, and a banana. I began preparing the omelet first. Chak's kitchen was enormous. It had plenty of drawers, all of them exceptionally clean and perfectly organized. It took me three minutes just to find a pan. Chak was no help either. When I asked him where the oil was, he replied coldly, "Just find it."
I worked nervously, knowing Chak was watching me. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked.
I wanted to say no, but I tried my best and said, "Yes."
Kit walked into the kitchen just as I flipped the eggs.
"I'm leaving. See you," he said to Chak.
He turned to me, smiled, and almost whispered, "Little one take good care of the Ice Man."
I smiled, but the moment I caught Chak's gaze, I wiped the smile off my face.
When the omelet was nearly done, I started making the smoothie. I added coconut water, banana, apple, spinach, and strawberries. I placed the plate with the omelet, salmon, whole-grain bread, and smoothie in front of Chak.
Chak eyed it suspiciously and said, "I wonder if it tastes good. " he added with cold voice, picking up a fork and bringing it to his mouth.
I stood beside him, watching as he ate. Then he said, "It's tasty, but next time, add a little more salt and spices."
"I will, sir," I replied, taking the plate and beginning to clean up the kitchen. I washed the dishes, cleaned the induction stove, and wiped down the counter. Once I finished, Chak said coldly, "Get ready. In 15 minutes, we're leaving for work."
"Understood, sir," I replied, heading to my room to change.
As I walked up the stairs, I heard Chak following me. My heart started to race. When I reached the top of the stairs, I stepped aside, having forgotten where my room was, so that Chak could continue on his way.
"Is something wrong?" he asked suspiciously.
"No," I quickly replied.
Chak turned and walked down the hall. I followed him, lost in thought, and lightly bumped into his arm. I could feel my face turning red.
"Be more careful," he said coldly. He opened the door to his room and walked in. Without thinking, I followed him inside.
I closed the door behind me and realized I was in his bedroom. It was huge, bigger than mine, and decorated in dark tones.
Chak stepped in front of me and said, "What are you doing here, Niran? Go to your own room."
I hesitated for a moment and quietly said, "I forgot where my room is."
"That doesn't mean you should be in mine," he replied coldly. "Unless you want to watch me change."
"No, thank you," I said, feeling embarrassed.
"Your room is down the hall, left door," he added.
"Thanks," I said, quickly opening the door and rushing down the hall.
I entered my room and threw myself on the bed. "Pull yourself together, Niran," I told myself. "You don't want to get fired."
I got up, took a black shirt and gray pants from my suitcase. As I was buttoning my shirt, I felt someone watching me. I turned around and saw Chak leaning against the doorframe, watching me closely.
"Hurry up," he said slowly, "and check the buttons."
Without saying a word, I continued buttoning my shirt in front of him. When I got to the last button, he said, "This one can stay undone." He turned and left.
I grabbed my jacket and bag, stuffing my phone inside. I headed down the stairs.
"I'm ready," I said.
"Let's go," Chak replied.