THE RICH, BOSSY LADY WHO STOLE HER CHEF HEART
EPISODE 1
The airplane slowed as it approached Murtala Muhammed International Airport, it's wheels screeching gently on the runway. Liliana heart fluttered with excitement. After years in America, she was finally back home.
She stepped down the aircraft stairs as an airport attendant dragged her luggage behind her..
The moment her heels touched the ground, she saw her father, Mr Johnson, already stretching his neck to find her.
“Daddy!” she called joyfully and ran straight into his arms.
“Oh, my princess. I’m so happy to see you. I have missed you.” he said and hugged her tightly.
“I missed you too, dad,” she replied with a smile.
He walked her to the car, opened the passenger door for her, and after she settled in, he turned around and slipped into the driver seat. They pulled out of the airport road and began their journey home.
Mr Johnson stole a glance at his daughter. “So, tell me my brilliant daughter, how did you cope in school? How does it feel to be a graduate holding a Master degree?” he asked
Liliana giggled. “Dad, it wasn’t easy...Group assignments that nearly drove me crazy, professors that acted like they were allergic to mercy… but I survived.”
"That’s my girl! You know, I’m very proud of you. Who would believe that my little princess is now a first class degree holder in strategic marketing and brand management?” Mr Johnson said
Liliana smiled. “Yes, dad… you can say that again.” she replied and turned to the window, taking in the rushing Lagos scenery "yellow buses honking, traders shouting, bikes zigzagging dangerously." Then something caught her eye and she gasped. "Jeez...Dad! Look at that… that lady just jumped into a moving car. The driver didn’t even stop.”
Mr Johnson chuckled. “My dear, calm down. That’s Lagos life for you. Fast, rough, dramatic… and sometimes crazy.”
“Wow. That’s really crazy. What If she falls?” Liliana asked
“That’s why I said Lagos will teach you survival,” Mr Johnson replied.
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INTRODUCING LILIANA
Liliana was the epitome of beauty, “beautiful” was far too small a word.
Her complexion glowed like butter under sunlight. Her lips were naturally pink, her smile bright and charming. She carried the elegance of a girl raised in luxury. She made human hair wigs worth hundreds of thousands and she never wore clothes more than twice.
Her mother died when she was 3 years old, leaving Mr Johnson to raise her alone. Because he also grew up wealthy, he believed comfort was a necessity. Maids did everything for Liliana, from dressing her to cleaning her room. She was never taught house chores, she lived like royalty.
She lacked nothing. Not even for a second.
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The car finally entered a magnificent compound and stopped at the garage. Liliana stepped out from the car, confused.
“Dad… this isn’t our house.”
Mr Johnson smiled. “It’s not mine. It’s yours.”
Liliana mouth fell open. “You’re joking.”
“No, darling. This is my gift to you, for your outstanding performance and your results.”
“Thank you, dad.” Liliana thanked
“Anything for you, my daughter. Now, let’s go inside.” Mr Johnson said
They walked to the veranda. Mr Johnson pressed a button, and the door slid open automatically.
They entered the living room and saw three ladies on the left, dressed in pink fitted gowns, one of them attired like a chef. To their right stood a classy woman in her mid thirties, Mrs Rita, wearing a black suit and glasses.
“Welcome sir, welcome ma,” they chorused.
“Thank you,” Mr Johnson said. He turned to Rita. “Rita, my daughter is back. This house now belongs to her. I’m entrusting her to you...”
Liliana frowned. “Dad, I’m not a kid. I can take care of myself.” she interrupted
“I know that you can take care of yourself. But Mrs Rita is my loyal staff. She has never betrayed me. She will protect you, guide you, and be your confidant. Respect her, and do not fire her. Promise..?” he said
Liliana sighed. “Okay, dad.”
“Good.” Mr Johnson said and then turned to Mrs Rita. “Rita take good care of my daughter. I trust you.”
“You have nothing to worry about, sir. I will ensure her safety" Mrs Rita replied confidently.
Mr Johnson turned to Liliana “Rita has already hired your chef and maids.”
"So soon? Before my arrival?” Liliana asked
“Liliana, you were in the UK. How would you hire staffs from there?” He asked
“Fine. But I didn’t see any guards. Only the gateman.” Liliana said
“Ma, the guards that came weren’t qualified. Flat chest and not hefty.” Mrs Rita replied
"Then find one immediately. You don’t expect me to go around without a bodyguard.” Liliana said
Mr Johnson raised his hand. “Alright, that's enough. I will send four of my guards here tomorrow to work for you. Sweetheart I have a business meeting to attend. I will be leaving now, see you tomorrow. Don’t be late to the company.” He said
“Bye, dad. Take care,” Liliana bid farewell.
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When he left, Liliana sighed. “I’m exhausted. I need to rest.”
One of the maids stepped forward. “Ma, let me show you to your room.” she said
"Alright" Liliana replied and they both climbed the stairs.
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The maid opened a door and they entered a spacious room. Liliana gasped.
The room was massive. A king size bed with a sparkling white duvet. A tall glass wardrobe. A pink themed wall. A luxurious couch. A makeup desk with LED lights. A golden circular rug in the center of the room. A huge plasma TV on the wall.
“Here is your room, ma,” the maid said.
“You can leave” Liliana dismissed her.
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Liliana unpacked carefully, her clothes, jewelry, designer bags, shoes into the wardrobe. She hung her photo frames and posters of Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion on the walls.
After a refreshing bath, she lay down on the bed and slept instantly.
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The following morning,
Liliana woke early, prayed briefly, and dressed in a flawless white trouser and blouse suit. She smelled of expensive perfume, her diamond bracelets glistening. After applying makeup, she grabbed her designer bag and stepped downstairs.
Grace, one of the maids, was cleaning the living room.
“Good morning ma,” Grace greeted.
“Morning,” Liliana answered.
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She entered the dining room and her face tightened immediately.
Breakfast wasn’t ready.
“What kind of clumsy chef did Rita employ? Hmmm… let me calm down my nerves” she muttered, tapping her fingers.
She sat down and kept glancing her wristwatch.
Ten minutes later, the chef came out from the kitchen holding a tray.
“Here is your meal, ma,” the chef said politely and placed the tray carefully on the table
"Are you this clumsy?” Liliana asked
“I… I don’t understand you, ma,” the chef stammered.
“What don’t you understand, huh? You served my breakfast late! I am your boss, and that’s what you can’t seem to grasp. Let me make it clear, the maximum time allowed to serve breakfast to me is five minutes, yet you took twelve whole minutes!!" Liliana shouted
“Ma, I’m sorry… I needed...” the chef began speaking
Liliana raised her hand. "Hold it right there! One more words from you, you will be fired!"
She opened the plate and it was sandwiches.
Her eyes widened with anger. “So this is what delayed you?"
“Ma, I...”
Liliana raised her hand sharply. The chef fell silent.
She drank the tea then took a bite of the sandwich… and spat it out immediately.
“Jeez...You’re not only clumsy, you’re lazy! RITA! RITA!!!” Liliana shouted
Mrs Rita rushed in. “Yes ma...”
"What kind of chef did you hire? You didn’t even interview her, you just handed her my kitchen to cook for me! I won’t settle for mediocrity, Rita!” Liliana snapped.
"Ma, she told me....she is a professional chef,” Rita replied.
Liliana burst into laughter. “Professional chef indeed!..Kindly taste what she prepared"
“Ma, should I…?” Rita asked.
“Yes, taste it,” Liliana commanded.
Rita reluctantly took a bite...and immediately gasped, “Jesus!"
Written by AUTHORESS CHIDIMMA
PLEASE DON'T REPOST WITHOUT CREDITING THE WRITER.
EPISODE 1
The airplane slowed as it approached Murtala Muhammed International Airport, it's wheels screeching gently on the runway. Liliana heart fluttered with excitement. After years in America, she was finally back home.
She stepped down the aircraft stairs as an airport attendant dragged her luggage behind her..
The moment her heels touched the ground, she saw her father, Mr Johnson, already stretching his neck to find her.
“Daddy!” she called joyfully and ran straight into his arms.
“Oh, my princess. I’m so happy to see you. I have missed you.” he said and hugged her tightly.
“I missed you too, dad,” she replied with a smile.
He walked her to the car, opened the passenger door for her, and after she settled in, he turned around and slipped into the driver seat. They pulled out of the airport road and began their journey home.
Mr Johnson stole a glance at his daughter. “So, tell me my brilliant daughter, how did you cope in school? How does it feel to be a graduate holding a Master degree?” he asked
Liliana giggled. “Dad, it wasn’t easy...Group assignments that nearly drove me crazy, professors that acted like they were allergic to mercy… but I survived.”
"That’s my girl! You know, I’m very proud of you. Who would believe that my little princess is now a first class degree holder in strategic marketing and brand management?” Mr Johnson said
Liliana smiled. “Yes, dad… you can say that again.” she replied and turned to the window, taking in the rushing Lagos scenery "yellow buses honking, traders shouting, bikes zigzagging dangerously." Then something caught her eye and she gasped. "Jeez...Dad! Look at that… that lady just jumped into a moving car. The driver didn’t even stop.”
Mr Johnson chuckled. “My dear, calm down. That’s Lagos life for you. Fast, rough, dramatic… and sometimes crazy.”
“Wow. That’s really crazy. What If she falls?” Liliana asked
“That’s why I said Lagos will teach you survival,” Mr Johnson replied.
.
.
.
INTRODUCING LILIANA
Liliana was the epitome of beauty, “beautiful” was far too small a word.
Her complexion glowed like butter under sunlight. Her lips were naturally pink, her smile bright and charming. She carried the elegance of a girl raised in luxury. She made human hair wigs worth hundreds of thousands and she never wore clothes more than twice.
Her mother died when she was 3 years old, leaving Mr Johnson to raise her alone. Because he also grew up wealthy, he believed comfort was a necessity. Maids did everything for Liliana, from dressing her to cleaning her room. She was never taught house chores, she lived like royalty.
She lacked nothing. Not even for a second.
.
.
.
The car finally entered a magnificent compound and stopped at the garage. Liliana stepped out from the car, confused.
“Dad… this isn’t our house.”
Mr Johnson smiled. “It’s not mine. It’s yours.”
Liliana mouth fell open. “You’re joking.”
“No, darling. This is my gift to you, for your outstanding performance and your results.”
“Thank you, dad.” Liliana thanked
“Anything for you, my daughter. Now, let’s go inside.” Mr Johnson said
They walked to the veranda. Mr Johnson pressed a button, and the door slid open automatically.
They entered the living room and saw three ladies on the left, dressed in pink fitted gowns, one of them attired like a chef. To their right stood a classy woman in her mid thirties, Mrs Rita, wearing a black suit and glasses.
“Welcome sir, welcome ma,” they chorused.
“Thank you,” Mr Johnson said. He turned to Rita. “Rita, my daughter is back. This house now belongs to her. I’m entrusting her to you...”
Liliana frowned. “Dad, I’m not a kid. I can take care of myself.” she interrupted
“I know that you can take care of yourself. But Mrs Rita is my loyal staff. She has never betrayed me. She will protect you, guide you, and be your confidant. Respect her, and do not fire her. Promise..?” he said
Liliana sighed. “Okay, dad.”
“Good.” Mr Johnson said and then turned to Mrs Rita. “Rita take good care of my daughter. I trust you.”
“You have nothing to worry about, sir. I will ensure her safety" Mrs Rita replied confidently.
Mr Johnson turned to Liliana “Rita has already hired your chef and maids.”
"So soon? Before my arrival?” Liliana asked
“Liliana, you were in the UK. How would you hire staffs from there?” He asked
“Fine. But I didn’t see any guards. Only the gateman.” Liliana said
“Ma, the guards that came weren’t qualified. Flat chest and not hefty.” Mrs Rita replied
"Then find one immediately. You don’t expect me to go around without a bodyguard.” Liliana said
Mr Johnson raised his hand. “Alright, that's enough. I will send four of my guards here tomorrow to work for you. Sweetheart I have a business meeting to attend. I will be leaving now, see you tomorrow. Don’t be late to the company.” He said
“Bye, dad. Take care,” Liliana bid farewell.
........................
When he left, Liliana sighed. “I’m exhausted. I need to rest.”
One of the maids stepped forward. “Ma, let me show you to your room.” she said
"Alright" Liliana replied and they both climbed the stairs.
.
.
.
The maid opened a door and they entered a spacious room. Liliana gasped.
The room was massive. A king size bed with a sparkling white duvet. A tall glass wardrobe. A pink themed wall. A luxurious couch. A makeup desk with LED lights. A golden circular rug in the center of the room. A huge plasma TV on the wall.
“Here is your room, ma,” the maid said.
“You can leave” Liliana dismissed her.
.....................
Liliana unpacked carefully, her clothes, jewelry, designer bags, shoes into the wardrobe. She hung her photo frames and posters of Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion on the walls.
After a refreshing bath, she lay down on the bed and slept instantly.
.
.
.
The following morning,
Liliana woke early, prayed briefly, and dressed in a flawless white trouser and blouse suit. She smelled of expensive perfume, her diamond bracelets glistening. After applying makeup, she grabbed her designer bag and stepped downstairs.
Grace, one of the maids, was cleaning the living room.
“Good morning ma,” Grace greeted.
“Morning,” Liliana answered.
......................
She entered the dining room and her face tightened immediately.
Breakfast wasn’t ready.
“What kind of clumsy chef did Rita employ? Hmmm… let me calm down my nerves” she muttered, tapping her fingers.
She sat down and kept glancing her wristwatch.
Ten minutes later, the chef came out from the kitchen holding a tray.
“Here is your meal, ma,” the chef said politely and placed the tray carefully on the table
"Are you this clumsy?” Liliana asked
“I… I don’t understand you, ma,” the chef stammered.
“What don’t you understand, huh? You served my breakfast late! I am your boss, and that’s what you can’t seem to grasp. Let me make it clear, the maximum time allowed to serve breakfast to me is five minutes, yet you took twelve whole minutes!!" Liliana shouted
“Ma, I’m sorry… I needed...” the chef began speaking
Liliana raised her hand. "Hold it right there! One more words from you, you will be fired!"
She opened the plate and it was sandwiches.
Her eyes widened with anger. “So this is what delayed you?"
“Ma, I...”
Liliana raised her hand sharply. The chef fell silent.
She drank the tea then took a bite of the sandwich… and spat it out immediately.
“Jeez...You’re not only clumsy, you’re lazy! RITA! RITA!!!” Liliana shouted
Mrs Rita rushed in. “Yes ma...”
"What kind of chef did you hire? You didn’t even interview her, you just handed her my kitchen to cook for me! I won’t settle for mediocrity, Rita!” Liliana snapped.
"Ma, she told me....she is a professional chef,” Rita replied.
Liliana burst into laughter. “Professional chef indeed!..Kindly taste what she prepared"
“Ma, should I…?” Rita asked.
“Yes, taste it,” Liliana commanded.
Rita reluctantly took a bite...and immediately gasped, “Jesus!"
Written by AUTHORESS CHIDIMMA
PLEASE DON'T REPOST WITHOUT CREDITING THE WRITER.
