Chapter 14

As I took the last bite of ravioli on my plate under Damien's watchful eye, I rested the cutlery on the table and grabbed a napkin to wipe any traces of sauce from my lips.

The table we were at was small and in a covered area in the garden. From where I was standing I could see the huge swimming pool and I could also appreciate the beautiful house crafted from glass, steel and marble.

- It was all very nice. Thank you. - I didn't have much idea of etiquette, so I at least appealed to good manners.

- You've hardly eaten anything. - Damien made a gesture and George approached us.

Yes, Mr. Mason?

- Dismiss the chef, I don't think the food was pleasant enough. - I widened my eyes. He was going to fire the chef because I hadn't eaten enough? I had to do something!

- No!

George and Damien looked away from me.

- I mean, everything was great. Wonderful. There's no need to fire anyone.

So why did you eat so little? - Damien looked at me suspiciously.

- I don't usually eat much. - Of cou