Dear Ms. Shadid,

We have been impressed with your background and would like to formally offer you the position of Nutritionist. This is a part-time position from Monday till Sunday.

We would like to have a meeting with you tomorrow at noon at the Vasilios mansion and discuss your salary and other benefits. In the meantime, please feel free to contact me via email, should you have any questions.

We are all looking forward to having you on our team.

Best regards,

Madeleine Schwartz

"No."

This was not happening. This was a joke. Pinch me.

"Yes!!" Ava screamed as she hugged me tightly from the side. "It worked!! You're hired!!"

Never mind, it was not a joke. Ava's scream told me it was reality.

"This is bad, Ava," I groaned as I read the email again. I have read it five times already. "Where is the Vasilios mansion?" I didn't know there was this thing called a Vasilios mansion. I knew the man was rich. I just never realized how rich. I probably should look his net worth up.

"The Vasilios Mansion is in Manchester, close to the club Milan plays in. From what I heard, he lives alone and has a new girl over every weekend," Ava said as she grabbed her laptop from me. "It's an hour's drive from here."

"An hour!" I exclaimed wide-eyed. "How am I going to go there?"

"You can use my car. I can go by bus to school."

It was so easy for Ava to say that. It was still a long drive. No matter how much I'm going to get paid, was it really going to be worth it? "It's your car, Ava. I cannot use it."

She shot me an 'are you serious look. "What do you mean you cannot use it? What's wrong with my car?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's yours." I told her, scratching the back of my head. "I don't think I should work for him. It's too far."

Ava sighed and turned her laptop off. "Will you at least go tomorrow? If you don't like the salary or environment you can turn the offer down. I already offered you my car."

"I cannot take your car. That's too much." Ava has already done so much for me, It doesn't sit right with me to take her car every day to get to work while she uses public transportation to attend college.

"It's not. We are both trying to succeed in life here. You always help me with proofreading my essays so I'm going to help you with whatever you need."

Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky to have Ava as my best friend. She saw me at my worst and at my best. We have cried and laughed together. We even accidentally shared a boyfriend once. When I found Ava I knew right away I had found my maid of honor and godmother for my unborn child.

"I'm going to cry," I sniffed, hugging her tightly. "Even though you do dumb shit on the regular, I wouldn't replace you for the world."

She laughed and stroke my back. "Don't cry, I don't know what to do when you're crying. You know I'm just going to stare at you."

I chuckled. "Always so bad with comforting others."

"Are we going to order butter chicken for dinner?" she asked.

"We had that three days ago," I said, "Maybe I can make dinner tonight."

Ava looked at me, eyes twinkling. "Really? What are you going to make?"

"Stir fry vegetables with chicken and mashed potatoes, does that sound good?" I have never in my life made that dish, but it sounded easy in my head. Besides, my mom used to make that on her lazy days and I used to watch her work her magic in the kitchen. But that was years ago.

"I'll help you with the mash potatoes. You can do the chicken and vegetables."

With that being said we headed to the kitchen to make our dinner. This was the first time we will make dinner ever since her parents left. "Can I use your laptop for the recipe?" I asked.

"Use your phone for the recipe and use my laptop for the cooking tutorial," Ava said, handing me my phone. I quickly googled the recipe and gathered the ingredients.

I started with making the sauce. That's what google said anyway. I grabbed a medium-size bowl and whisked together corn starch and water. I added chicken broth, soy sauce, honey, toasted sesame oil, and red pepper flakes and whisked them together. After I was done with the sauce I put it aside and started with the chicken and vegetables.

I added one tablespoon of olive oil to a large skillet and then the chicken which I seasoned with salt and pepper. I then throw in the broccoli, bell pepper, and carrots, cooking and stirring it occasionally, just until it was crisp-tender.

"How long do I need to leave the chicken in? It doesn't say," I looked over at Ava who was busy peeling the potatoes. "Are you done with the potatoes? You should add some salt."

"You should leave it until it's golden brown," Ava said as she mashed the potatoes together. "I'll set the table."

I nodded my head and stirred the chicken and vegetables together. "It smells kinda funny," I told her. I was still stirring it. "Is it suppose to smell like this?"

"It smells good to me," Ava answered. I watched her sprinkle salt on the mashed potatoes. "I think it's supposed to smell like that."

"I think it's ready," I poked into the chicken after a minute of watching it cook. "The chicken looks brown and I don't want to burn it."

"If you think it's ready, it's ready. You're going to be Mr. Vasilios's nutritionist so I fully trust you." she smiled at me. I grabbed our plates and scooped up some vegetables and chicken. It did look good though. A ten for presentation.

We sat at the kitchen table and took our first bite, which we immediately spit out.

"It's sweet!"

"It's raw!"

Ava and I looked at each other disgustedly. "The potatoes are sweet. Did you put sugar in it?" I asked as I got up to throw it away.

"The chicken is still alive," she said, following me. "Which one is the sugar and salt anyway, they look the same."

"I thought the chicken was done. How do I know if it's done?" I placed my plate in the sink and let out a deep sigh. "I told you I will not make a good nutritionist."

"Don't give up. Watch youtube for cooking tutorials. I mean this is your first time, it will not be perfect."

"I fed you raw chicken," I told her.

"I like my meat raw."

"Can you not make these jokes in the middle of a crisis?"

Ava laughed. "Is it too late to order butter chicken?"