Chapter 45

Forty-Five

Chloe

"Ohayo!" I sang as I waltzed into the kitchen. It was Monday, and everything was all bright and peachy. I had dropped my baby at school, Addison would be arriving that day and I could already foresee a night filled with a lot of gisting and chugging ice cream.

Mahn, I haven't eaten ice cream in a while. I missed it a bit.

"Good morning to you too, Chloe. You're in a good mood." Mrs. Mourinho replied, a sweet smile on her face. Her grey hairs were tied in a bun atop her head. She was grilling some chicken in a pan.

"Looking spiffy today, Mrs. M," I teased reaching out to grab a small piece of chicken and tossed it in my mouth.

Damn it was hot.

"No touching the food!" She shouted, slapping my hands away.

"Too late!" I cackled wildly, racing to the bathroom to change.

A few minutes later, I was out the door, dressed in black pants and a white blouse. I loved our uniform. I always felt so professional, dressed in them and taking orders.

Arthur let out a whistle as