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changing the subject as we gathered in our groups for another cooking project. Today we were focusing on bases and soups.
    “Really?” I asked , pretending not to notice. I didn’t know if mentioning him to her was a big deal or not. I figured she’d hound me and ask a million questions. I didn’t need to be distracted today since I was already late for class.
    “Okay, so let’s start with the vegetable minestrone and tomat o lavender base,” Brad proposed. We chatted for the next several hours getting our soups and bases prepared. Interning was grunt work. We had to do all the crappy jobs that the chefs didn’t feel like doing. We have to learn anyways, but I was ready to move on to more challenging tasks, start entrees, and gourmet meals. I hoped to run my own kitchen someday. Maybe my own restaurant.
    Before Liam and I found out we were expecting, I worked at a local res taurant in town where I cooked, and Liam bussed. We were trying to save money to move into our own place. I would pretend that I was the executive chef and present the food in a special way with garnishes and drizzles on the plates. After having that job, I knew that was what I wanted to do. Cooking gave me a sense of accomplishment that I desired after my parent’s divorce. They were tied up in who got what that I felt invisible most of the time.
    “I’m just going to place this in the freezer guys. Be right back,” I announced with my hands full walking the other way. I shuffled some containers around to make room and aimed for the door when I suddenly noticed something shiny in the corner of my eye.
    No fucking way.
    There lying on a rack next to full containers of condiments was my Coach wallet nicely folded with a note on top. 
    You left this in the cab last night. Figured you would need it. However, if you want the remainder of the contents you must meet me for dinner first. Pick you up at 8pm tomorrow night. -D.S.
    You are fucking kidding me. He was holding my credit cards hostage . Un-fucking-believable. What nerve.
    I grabbed my wallet and rushed out of the freezer sprinting right past my group. I figured now was a good of time as any to take a break and head right to Mr. Stagliano’s office myself.
    Yeah, and demand my stuff back! Or maybe, I just wanted to see that sexy smile again.
    I took the elevator up to his office and walked to his receptionist’s office. “I need to speak with Mr. Stagliano, Drak e Stagliano, please,” I insisted.
    I’m going to show him whose boss!
    I was d etermined to get my belongings back, however; I suddenly felt very nervous to see him again.
    “Do you have an appointmen t, Miss?” his receptionist queried, surprised by my authority.
    “Molly Woods,” I continued for her. “No, I don’t, but Drake, I mean, Mr. Stagliano has something of mine, and I want it back,” I fumed, keeping my stance. She didn’t glance up at me as she turned to her phone and dialed. After a moment, she hung up and escorted me into Drake’s office.
    “He’ll be right in Miss Woods.” The receptionist motioned me to take a seat at his desk as she shut the door. His office was the size of my entire apartment. It was the ideal bachelor pad, although I’m sure he didn’t live here, it was just ridiculous that an office had to be so stunning. Televisions, chairs, couches, mini bar… Hmm… couches?
    I jumped as the door opened, startled by my own thoughts wondering. Drake walked in with a huge grin on his face showing off his perfect white teeth. I stared at him for a moment before I realized I needed to be pissed off. Was I pissed off? Yes! Yes, you are dammit!
    “Miss Woods, what a surp rise!” he beamed as he walked towards me. His half smile totally read that in fact, he was not surprised at all. He was wearing a black three-piece suit with a silver vest and tie. Damn, he looks good. He came around to his desk sitting down nonchalantly like he had no idea why I would be there. In his office… Dammit, why