I make myself busy in the kitchen with dinner preparation. You would think that a man with two gardeners, a landscaper, a pool boy, and multiple other workers would hire more than one chef, but no. He prefers to shove me in the kitchen to work next to creepy old Larry. He's basically one of the creeps getting accused of sexual assault in the news. Well-known, respected, but creepy when you're alone with him.

"Can you hand me another cucumber, Larry?"

"I'll hand you my cucumber."

I repress the urge to punch him.

"I'll just get it myself."

I storm over to the fridge and grab it from the produce drawer. I wash it thoroughly before putting it into the Veggie Bullet. Peni has been on this weird vegetable health kick lately, so for dinner, I'm making spiralized cucumber with homemade tomato sauce. I just hope her majesty likes it. She's spoiled rotten and throws tantrums every time she doesn't get her way. I don't see what Hunter likes about her.

"Where do you want the sauce, sweetheart?"

Shove it where the sun don't shine.

"In a dish with a ladle for dispensing would be greatly appreciated."

He nods before opening cabinets to find the dish. I send the cucumber into the spiralizer, watching as the curly noddle things come out. Once all the cucumber spirals are ready, I throw some oil and seasoning into a skillet, turning on the burner. I hear the doorbell sound through the house. Since there is no butler, shocker, it is my job to greet guests.

"Can you watch the cucumbers for me, Larry? I need to get the guests."

"Yeah."

I hand him the spoon, darting out of the room to the front hall. I open the door. Peni pushes past, not amused. She's engaged to the owner of the house. She should just walk in like a normal person but she's more into making her fiancé's employees work more than they should.

"Good evening, Miss Ezra."

"Where's Hunter?"

"He should be up in his study, ma'am."

She struts off without saying any form of a 'thanks'. It annoys me that she gets away with treating us like trash. The day they get married is going to be the last day I work here.

I walk back to the kitchen. Larry is mixing the ingredients for the homemade pudding when I enter. There is a lid covering the cucumber mix on the stove. The burner is turned off and upon further examination, I discover that the food is completely cooked.

The intercom buzzes.

"Larry?"

I answer the intercom for him.

"Skye and Larry here. What do you need, sir?"

"I would like some privacy up in my study until further notice. Page me when dinner is ready."

"Yes, sir."

I don't even want to know what he and Peni will be doing up there.

"He gets action all the time, but I don't? Share with the middle class, jerk."