NadiaSantosFan
Cadet
chapter twelve
At the sound of the blood curdling scream Sydney and Micheal quickly jumped apart.
They both looked trying to find the source of where the scream had come from.
"Did it come from the kitchen?" Micheal frowned as he peered at the closed kitchen door.
Sydney nodded quickly.
"Yeah. . .I think so. . .Lets see if everyones okay." she urged and they both hurried over.
Micheal pushed the door open and they both stepped in. . .
Sydney's eyes widened.
"Oh my god. . ." she murmured.
The kitchen was in shambles.
There were upturned dishes lying everywhere.
Sydney approached one of the female servers who was dressed in a white uniform.
"Whats up?" she asked.
Before the harried looking waitress could respond, a loud voice boomed.
"I quit! I wont work for you anymore Pedro!" a spanish man dressed in a apron yelled out to another man "Pedro" who was dressed in a suit.
"But you cant just leave. . .
I need someone to direct my staff how to serve." Pedro protested.
Sydney and Micheal, watched speechless as The spanish man glared at Pedro and then spat on him.
"Take that you lowlife." he roared and then flung off his apron.
Pedro looked indignant.
"Im not a lowlife! All i did was ask you not to get drunk while on duty! Thats all!" he cried out.
However the spanish man had already left.
Pedro dropped his head in his hands.
"What am i going to do!" he wailed just as Catherine stalked in.
"Whats going on?" she asked concerned at the worried look on his face.
"The Dinner supervisor just quit!" Pedro nearly bauled.
Catherine's face softened.
"Surely we can still serve dinner?" she asked as she gestured to all the silent waiters standing and watching them.
Pedro shook his head vehemently.
"One of our main courses is lying on the floor. . .
And None of these waitors have any experience. They will mess everything up without instructions on proper table etiquette ." he sniffed.
Catherine bit her lip as she glanced at her watch.
It was already Eight thirty and she had over five hundred hungry guests, including inportant business clients waiting out there for dinner to be served. . . .
"Uh. . .I did take a course in cooking. . .And i can be quiet a great leader at times. . " Sydney broke the silence.
All heads whipped up as everyone stared at her.
"My mom hated me cooking. . But i kinda liked it." Sydney shrugged and laughed nervously at the way they were all staring at her.
"Hey! I love cooking too!" Micheal exclaimed happily.
Sydney's face brightened.
"Really? Whats your favourite dish?" she asked eagerly.
Micheal was about to answer but his mother cut him off.
"Please Micheal. . I know what a terrible cook you are." she said dismissively.
Then she quickly turned to Sydney.
"Sydney. . I would feel bad to impose on you. . " she hesitated feeling awful.
Sydney shook her head.
"Hey its no big deal. . Infact it could probably be fun. . " Sydney glanced at Micheal and grinned.
Half an hour later and after much brain storming and tasting, Sydney and Micheal directed the waitors how to serve.
"I cant believe you know how to cook so well. . " Micheal marvelled.
Sydney laughed and dusted her fingers.
"That was kinda fun. . ." she admitted.
They went out together into the dining area watching as everyone complemented the food and the wairtron swished efficiently between tables.
"Your skills at Managing are remarkable Sydney." Cathrine praised as she came and stood beside her.
Sydney smiled at her.
"I enjoyed it. . .Being a leader has always been in my genes." she laughed.
Catherine smiled and then leaned forward.
"Considering that. . .Can i ask you something Sydney?" she asked seriously.
Sydney nodded.
"Go ahead. Shoot."
Catherine took a deep breath.
"Would you consider working as a manager? Here on this ship? With my team?" she asked.
Sydney's eyes widened.
"I. . .Uh. . I dont know what to say Catherine. . " she stumbled over words.
"Oh you dont have to make any decisions now. . " Catherine reassured her.
"Its just. . .You were so great tonight. . .And i was thinking. .
If you worked here, you'd get to travel to different destinations every week. . ."
Sydney had to admit to herself that travelling all over the world did sound kind of exciting.
Especially next to working as 'Maxwells' Secetary.
"I'll seriously consider it." Sydney said decisively.
Catherine smiled.
"Thank you Sydney. . I would love nothing more than working with you. . ."
* * *
"Working with my mom will be pure torture Syd." Micheal said warningly.
Sydney tossed back her head laughing.
They were driving back to her place after leaving the party.
"Why? Will it be like hanging out with you?" Sydney teased.
Micheal shot her a wounded look.
"Hey! I thought i was a easy enough guy to get along with." he said sadly.
"Oh you are. . " she reassured him.
He grinned at her as he slotted the car into the parking lot outside her flat.
She stared at him.
"Whats wrong?" Micheal asked wondering why she was staring.
"You parked the car." was all she said.
He raised his brows.
"So. . ." he waited.
"So. . .That means something.
Oh come on. Dont tell me you're so dense you dont even realise what 'This' Means." she said as she gestured to the parked car.
"I hate to sound Dense. . .But im lost." he admitted.
She laughed slowly.
"Being dense in this case makes you even more cuter." she smiled and opened her car door.
"Hey. Wait! Arent you going to tell me what you meant?" he asked.
"Why dont you come in and i'll show you?" she winked at him.
He knew he couldn resist that offer. . .
He quickly exited the car and joined her at the door.
He waited patiently as she fumbled with her keys till eventually she shouted in triumph as the door swung open.
"Unlocking doors are quite the mission huh?" he remarked amused.
She glared at him for a moment. .
And then grabbed his tie pulling him in.
"So. . .Uh. . .Coffee?" he asked breathlessly as he stared into her rapidly darkening eyes.
She grinned mischieviously.
"Nah. . . .No time for coffee. . .And anyway. . I believe you've wooed me enough. . " she said huskily as she leaned in and kissed him pssionately. . .
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At the sound of the blood curdling scream Sydney and Micheal quickly jumped apart.
They both looked trying to find the source of where the scream had come from.
"Did it come from the kitchen?" Micheal frowned as he peered at the closed kitchen door.
Sydney nodded quickly.
"Yeah. . .I think so. . .Lets see if everyones okay." she urged and they both hurried over.
Micheal pushed the door open and they both stepped in. . .
Sydney's eyes widened.
"Oh my god. . ." she murmured.
The kitchen was in shambles.
There were upturned dishes lying everywhere.
Sydney approached one of the female servers who was dressed in a white uniform.
"Whats up?" she asked.
Before the harried looking waitress could respond, a loud voice boomed.
"I quit! I wont work for you anymore Pedro!" a spanish man dressed in a apron yelled out to another man "Pedro" who was dressed in a suit.
"But you cant just leave. . .
I need someone to direct my staff how to serve." Pedro protested.
Sydney and Micheal, watched speechless as The spanish man glared at Pedro and then spat on him.
"Take that you lowlife." he roared and then flung off his apron.
Pedro looked indignant.
"Im not a lowlife! All i did was ask you not to get drunk while on duty! Thats all!" he cried out.
However the spanish man had already left.
Pedro dropped his head in his hands.
"What am i going to do!" he wailed just as Catherine stalked in.
"Whats going on?" she asked concerned at the worried look on his face.
"The Dinner supervisor just quit!" Pedro nearly bauled.
Catherine's face softened.
"Surely we can still serve dinner?" she asked as she gestured to all the silent waiters standing and watching them.
Pedro shook his head vehemently.
"One of our main courses is lying on the floor. . .
And None of these waitors have any experience. They will mess everything up without instructions on proper table etiquette ." he sniffed.
Catherine bit her lip as she glanced at her watch.
It was already Eight thirty and she had over five hundred hungry guests, including inportant business clients waiting out there for dinner to be served. . . .
"Uh. . .I did take a course in cooking. . .And i can be quiet a great leader at times. . " Sydney broke the silence.
All heads whipped up as everyone stared at her.
"My mom hated me cooking. . But i kinda liked it." Sydney shrugged and laughed nervously at the way they were all staring at her.
"Hey! I love cooking too!" Micheal exclaimed happily.
Sydney's face brightened.
"Really? Whats your favourite dish?" she asked eagerly.
Micheal was about to answer but his mother cut him off.
"Please Micheal. . I know what a terrible cook you are." she said dismissively.
Then she quickly turned to Sydney.
"Sydney. . I would feel bad to impose on you. . " she hesitated feeling awful.
Sydney shook her head.
"Hey its no big deal. . Infact it could probably be fun. . " Sydney glanced at Micheal and grinned.
Half an hour later and after much brain storming and tasting, Sydney and Micheal directed the waitors how to serve.
"I cant believe you know how to cook so well. . " Micheal marvelled.
Sydney laughed and dusted her fingers.
"That was kinda fun. . ." she admitted.
They went out together into the dining area watching as everyone complemented the food and the wairtron swished efficiently between tables.
"Your skills at Managing are remarkable Sydney." Cathrine praised as she came and stood beside her.
Sydney smiled at her.
"I enjoyed it. . .Being a leader has always been in my genes." she laughed.
Catherine smiled and then leaned forward.
"Considering that. . .Can i ask you something Sydney?" she asked seriously.
Sydney nodded.
"Go ahead. Shoot."
Catherine took a deep breath.
"Would you consider working as a manager? Here on this ship? With my team?" she asked.
Sydney's eyes widened.
"I. . .Uh. . I dont know what to say Catherine. . " she stumbled over words.
"Oh you dont have to make any decisions now. . " Catherine reassured her.
"Its just. . .You were so great tonight. . .And i was thinking. .
If you worked here, you'd get to travel to different destinations every week. . ."
Sydney had to admit to herself that travelling all over the world did sound kind of exciting.
Especially next to working as 'Maxwells' Secetary.
"I'll seriously consider it." Sydney said decisively.
Catherine smiled.
"Thank you Sydney. . I would love nothing more than working with you. . ."
* * *
"Working with my mom will be pure torture Syd." Micheal said warningly.
Sydney tossed back her head laughing.
They were driving back to her place after leaving the party.
"Why? Will it be like hanging out with you?" Sydney teased.
Micheal shot her a wounded look.
"Hey! I thought i was a easy enough guy to get along with." he said sadly.
"Oh you are. . " she reassured him.
He grinned at her as he slotted the car into the parking lot outside her flat.
She stared at him.
"Whats wrong?" Micheal asked wondering why she was staring.
"You parked the car." was all she said.
He raised his brows.
"So. . ." he waited.
"So. . .That means something.
Oh come on. Dont tell me you're so dense you dont even realise what 'This' Means." she said as she gestured to the parked car.
"I hate to sound Dense. . .But im lost." he admitted.
She laughed slowly.
"Being dense in this case makes you even more cuter." she smiled and opened her car door.
"Hey. Wait! Arent you going to tell me what you meant?" he asked.
"Why dont you come in and i'll show you?" she winked at him.
He knew he couldn resist that offer. . .
He quickly exited the car and joined her at the door.
He waited patiently as she fumbled with her keys till eventually she shouted in triumph as the door swung open.
"Unlocking doors are quite the mission huh?" he remarked amused.
She glared at him for a moment. .
And then grabbed his tie pulling him in.
"So. . .Uh. . .Coffee?" he asked breathlessly as he stared into her rapidly darkening eyes.
She grinned mischieviously.
"Nah. . . .No time for coffee. . .And anyway. . I believe you've wooed me enough. . " she said huskily as she leaned in and kissed him pssionately. . .
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