Chapter 1 Wd

• Amelia’s pov
• I stared at the screen of my computer in disbelief, unable to comprehend what I was seeing.
• The words… You have been selected as the head of chefs…The annual conference… Slated for the coming week… New York City.
• I ran my eyes over the email again and finally let out a small yelp of excitement. I swirled around happily on my chair in my office after reading the news on my computer.
• I have always hoped to be the head chef for an event but I don’t always get the recommendation from the judges. My senior colleagues were the ones who got the opportunities and whenever I went to them for help, all they did was to advise me to work harder.
• I had worked hard for several years, hoping for what would constitute as my big break and it was finally here. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I received the mail. The New York event was one of the most important events that my agency handled. It was the kind of event that could make or break a caterer's career and I could hardly believe that my agency was giving me the job.
• Too excited to remain seated, I got up from my chair, walked around my desk and pumped my hands in the air silently. My excitement was short-lived when my desk phone rang. I picked it up and my boss told me to come to his office immediately.
• What? Is there another surprise in store for me?
• I dashed out to his office to meet him. Before entering, I knocked on the door. I smiled as I approached him, and he smiled back. His expression indicated that he was extremely proud of me. I noticed a man sitting across from him and, after bowing to greet my boss, I turned to greet the man as well, but the figure staring at me stunned me.
• “Eddie?” I screamed out.
• “Amelia Johnson,” the man also called out my name calmly.
• I remained rooted to the ground, lost in thought, staring at the man sitting in front of me. When I remembered how he had broken up with me six years before, I lost my balance.
• Eddie had called me that night and asked me to meet him at our usual location, a restaurant near my school dormitory. I hurriedly dressed up, excited to meet him that evening. When I arrived, he was already seated at our usual spot, looking dashing as ever. I smiled as I approached him.
• “Hey, babe,” I greeted him, with a peck and then took my seat across from him. Instead of him replying to me, he took a sip of his drink, and that was when I noticed his expression. He was worried, looking as if he had something to tell me.
• “What’s wrong, Eddie?” I asked him.
• He didn’t hear me as he was lost in thought, staring at me.
• “Eddie!” I yelled out his name which made him jolted back to the present.
• “Do you have something to tell me? Are you okay?” I asked again, worriedly.
• He sipped his drink again, still silent and that was when I knew something was definitely wrong with him.
• We both stared at each other silently and after some minutes, he decided to say something. It was just four hurtful words.
• “Let’s break up, Amelia,”
• To the present….
• “Amelia! Amelia!” My boss called out my name.
• I was jolted back to the present when I heard my name and then I saw my standing beside me, asking me what was wrong.
• I regained my senses and then asked my boss what he was saying.
• “Are you okay?” He asked me, looking worried.
• “I’m… I’m fine,” I said to him, stammering.
• “Did you know Mr Eddie Thompson?” He asked again.
• I looked at him and then my eyes wandered between him and Eddie, unable to reply to him as I was still in shock.
• Just then, Eddie stood up from his seat, buttoning up his suit, he then replied to my boss that he and I knew each other.
• “I will leave with Amelia to have a discussion about the necessary things needed for the event,” Eddie added, walking towards me.
• “Oh my gosh! Amelia, Why don’t you tell me that you know Mr Thompson?” My boss asked me, looking utterly surprised when he heard that I know one of the richest men in the whole New York City.
• I smiled at him awkwardly without saying anything.
• “You can go with Amelia, Mr Thompson. Thanks so much for trusting our agency,” my boss said, stretching out his hand to Eddie for a handshake.
• Eddie accepted his handshake and I watched as he walked majestically out of my boss’s office. I was still standing, unable to decide on whether to go with him or not.
• “Are you now going with him?” My boss asked me.
• “I will,” I replied to him curtly and then reluctantly left his office. I met Eddie standing by the door, probably waiting for me.
• “Can we go now?” He asked.
• I stared at him for a while and then told him that I needed to grab my bag in my office.
• “Okay, lead the way,” he said.
• “What?” I blurted out in surprise.
• “I don’t think we are close enough for you to follow me to my office. Let’s be professional, please,” I added.
• He fell silent, and once I was certain he wasn't following me, I dashed to my office to get my bag. I was out after a few minutes, and he led me to his car, opening the backseat door for me, but I ignored him and used the other door. He chuckled at my expression before getting into the car. He directed his driver to take us to a nearby restaurant, and we arrived there after a few minutes.
• We got out of the car, and his next words shocked me once more.
• "Why are you hostile towards me?" He inquired.
• "What?"
• "Do you still love me?" He asked again.