The CEO's Little Miss

After the issue with hugging Secretary Kim, Mister Cheng started acting strangely. Soon I learned that figuring him out was like solving a Rubik cube blindfolded.

For the most part I was left to my own devices. I was allowed my own room where a corner was set up with an easel and art cubby(I could only assume that it meant Mister Cheng likes my art). No part of this massive house was off limits, so long as I knocked on doors before opening them.

On day three I became tired of the food served here. It was strange and I could definitely tell that informing the cooks of my Celiacs disease often got lost in translation. My stomach was suffering.

With an exhilarating amount of freedom and the kitchen to myself, I set about changing my own situation.

~*~

I could tell something was off the moment I arrived home, mostly indicated by the nervous staff and confused chef.

They dared not speak a word as I was left to discover the annomoly on my own.

"Sweet Caroline BUH BUH BUH!"

"Good times never seemed so good! So good!"

Inside the kitchen Jen pounded the counter at every "buh" with a fist. Her hands came up to cup her mouth as she shouted "so good" to her left then right. Every motion was accentuated by her long ponytail flying back and forth.

"What's this?"

Suddenly Jen turned sheet white and jumped out of her skin. She smiled at me slowly.

"Neil Diamond? Oh shit!"

"And this is salt and pepper pork."