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loser once again. That’s not going to happen. I’m the best at what I do and already plan on making this event a huge success - at least as far as the food and service are concerned. I’m already starting to believe that proving myself to Puck is just as important as my paycheck.
    The men get back to their conversation and I get back to my own kitchen preparations. I make mental notes of all the ideas popping up already for the fundraiser. I heard some of the prominent names that were dropped when they were talking so not only is this going to be for a good cause, but it will be great exposure for me as well. I have no intention of staying employed with Puck any longer than I have to.
    The day goes by uneventfully. I make and serve lunch and dinner to both Puck and Steven and they are very impressed with what I present. Puck does a good job staying out of my way for the majority of the day. Oddly enough, I’m kind of disappointed. I didn’t want him around at all and planned on laying some ground rules out, but not having him present made me want him there. It’s better that he isn’t around at all though - especially with all these ideas forming in my head over the last week.
    I spend a lot of my night at home putting some menu ideas together for the event. I already have the next week’s daily meals planned so I have the time now to think about it. My mind keeps wandering despite my attempts to focus on the task at hand.
    I’m curious why Puck has such an interest in abused children. I mean I think it’s great that he is so involved, but he sounded so passionate talking to Steven about it. He was even naming some of the children he has met and seemed so touched by all of it. I never knew him to be passionate about anything other than himself so it’s pretty surprising. Joanne has mentioned the charity to me and attended many events with my father, but again, I thought Puck only did it for the press.
    I consciously decide to stop thinking about work, since thinking about my job leads to thoughts of Puck. I clean up and get ready for bed. I have to be back at his estate in the morning for day two. I can hardly believe it’s only been one day and I already feel way more invested into this job than I ever imagined I would be. I toss and turn for a while before finally falling asleep.

Chapter 8
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    I work through the next couple of days, getting more comfortable in the kitchen and around the other people that make up Puck’s small army of workers. Steven is Puck’s right hand and basically runs every aspect of his life. There is also a housekeeper, Marla, a maintenance man, and a laundry woman, who I have met so far. I’m responsible to feed the staff as well, but they don’t follow Puck’s dietary restrictions. They put together a cute list of their favorite things so along with whatever I’m making for Puck, I make something for them as well. Steven lets me know which meal he will eat, if any. He seems to survive mostly on coffee.
    Puck has continued to stay out of the kitchen, except to eat. I’m not as insulted as I felt the first day but I find myself wishing he was around more. We make some short, small talk but nothing significant. I know he’s busy with practices and training and a lot of public relations things. He seems to have his hands in a little bit of everything. I guess that’s how he’s accumulated such a fortune as a hockey player. Most of them don’t do nearly this well.
    On Friday morning, I’m into my now usual routine of starting breakfast and brewing coffee - which I’ve almost mastered. I pour the coffee beans into the top of the contraption and do a silly little victory dance when I hear it percolate.
    “Can you do that again?” I hear Puck say from behind me. I blush.
    “I didn’t realize you were in here,” I reply.
    “Of course you didn’t or you wouldn’t have shaken your ass like that,” he quips, “I’ll have to sneak up on you more often, who knows