Can Any Day Go Normal In My Fucking Life?

Janet’s POV

I smiled at the chef who once used to be my cook at home. My heart beats racing wildly inside my rib-cage and sweat begin to form on my forehead. I clutched my fists to grasp some confident and looked at Paxton whose eyes were full of questions, “Do they bow to everyone here?” I asked him in a whisper.

He raised his brows at me as he says, “More important question is why did he call you, Ms. William?” My heart skipped a beat hearing this. I felt a drop of sweat sliding down the corner of my forehead. It was suddenly feeling very hot. His suspicious gaze was burning me.

“How do I know?” I said with fake a frown and looked back at the chef whose eyes were still to the ground. I manged to pull a smile on my face as I speak, “I think there’s some kind of confusion Mr. Chef because I’m not your Ms. William!” his eyes were snapped on me hearing this, “I’m Janet Reyes,” I added.