Chapter 61 Living with my boss

(Living with my boss)

She fell asleep on the couch and woke up half an hour later to the smell of bacon and cream wafting in the air. Her wheelchair was next to her which meant Grayson must have brought it out of his trunk when she was asleep, it hurt to try and get up on her own into the chair but she prevailed....even though it meant wincing in pain and having to take aspirin after to numb it.

It wasn't the first time she was using a wheelchair as she rolled herself into the kitchen to find the chef making dinner, he was middle-aged man with a fine mustache, potbellied and wearing a chef's regalia—the exact replica of Gustavo from the movie about a cooking rat she watched years ago, just thinking about it made her giggle for a moment.

‘No madame', he shook his head vigorously as soon as he noticed her in the kitchen with a very thick Italian accent, ‘Monseuir doesn't want you here nó'.

She smiled at him as he seemed genuinely panicked, ‘It's alright, the food just smelled good so I