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Diana’s Point Of View
I left their makeshift mission command center feeling enormously relieved. Being part of a team that had rescued one hundred and four children from slavery felt satisfying, even more so when I saw how Amy looked at me. I believed she understood I had helped the team in my way.
When I left my job as Sous chef at a successful restaurant to work in a private household, friends, colleagues, and family considered me utterly mad. I was destined for greater things than feeding people I couldn’t see, most of whom didn’t care or know about quality.
Nothing and nobody would convince me that a life in the kitchen was the limit of my ability.
Once my household celebrated a successful mission over coffee and snacks, each person went to bed in the early evening, exhausted. I had soup and snacks ready for casual dining later and could easily make something more substantial if anyone needed it, but the quantum of nervous energy expended by all made me sure I had a pretty free run until 6 a.m.
Amy and Victor left for bed first, followed by Anastasia and Hannah, the cutest romantic couple I had ever seen. Finally, the security double act who ran the gauntlet of protecting my boss left for bed, one with her boyfriend and the other with a booty-calling woman named Charlotte, who snuck in through the back door and seemed reluctant to be seen.