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the thought as she led me around the kitchen, showing me where all of the pots, pans, and utensils were stored.  She busied me with random chores around the kitchen, helping to prepare and bake pastries and snacks for this evening.  She asked me to slice cheese and sausage onto a platter, and to make some fruit punch for the guests in a large pitcher that she gave me.  
    I was glad that the tasks were easy, and it seemed that I could do the work without a lot of effort.  The kitchen staff were a jovial bunch and they made me feel welcome instantly, making jokes and telling funny stores while they worked.  
    I wondered if tonight was about a very important business deal that needed to go through for Bradley.  He must entertain business guests at home often in order to make the billions of dollars that he has made.  
    Or maybe it would be his family coming for dinner.  
    What would his family be like anyway?
    I hadn’t read the tabloids to see if he came from money, or if he had earned all of his money by himself, independent of his family.
    During my school days I did some part-time waitressing, so I had a handle on what I needed to do. I set the table with beautiful silverware and expensive china plates.  There were silver pitchers, gravy boats, and platters to hold the huge array of food.  
    I folded the cloth napkins in an elegant fashion and noticed that they were embroidered with initials – most likely Bradley’s or his family’s.  
    I knew Bradley was a billionaire, but he really went all out on this party.  There were media trucks pulling up in front of the grand gates leading into the mansion.  Every newspaper in the city must want an exclusive report on the progress of this party.  No doubt they would be interviewing the guests.   
    In the afternoon, the catering truck pulled up from the restaurant.  
    The head chef greeted me with his usual grumpiness, and I helped to carry all of the main dishes that were being catered in.  
    There was lobster, prime rib, caviar, and wines of different flavors available for the guests.  He was really going all out on this meal.  I was a little envious that I wasn’t coming to the party as a guest.  Bradley sure threw nice parties.  
    Once most of the food was stored safely to prepare for efficient serving during the party, Gretta asked me to help prepare the house and the dining area.  I helped to put up vases of beautiful fresh flowers throughout the house.  At her suggestion, I splashed a bit of vanilla fragrance here and there to make the house smelt warm and inviting.  
    Gretta showed me Bradley’s music collection, so I selected some music that would help to create a relaxing ambiance.  I was surprised to see that he likes much of the same music that I like.  I wondered if he and I were close in age, as I had never thought to ask him.  I had hoped Bradley was proud of the efforts that we took to make his meal a success for his guests.
    At 6:00 p.m., Bradley entered the main room sporting a flashy suit.  He was freshly showered, clean-shaven, and dynamic.  
    “How do I look?” he asked me, straightening his tie.  
    I looked him over and was hesitant to respond.  I wasn’t sure that the question was appropriate, since I was merely his kitchen staff and hostess to his guests.  
    “Please be direct and truthful.  This meeting tonight is very important, and I need to make a great first impression.”  
    I picked up a little bit of nervousness from him, which I thought was unusual for a confident man who could make money from his wit and charm alone.  
    “You look wonderful, Bradley.”  I smiled warmly and curtsied.  
    I imagined that was what kitchen help would do.  
    Or maybe it was supposed to be a bow.  
    Either way, he laughed at my response.
     
    Knock, knock.
     
    That was the first of the guest to arrive, and Bradley asked me to answer the door.
    I was excited as I approached the entrance.
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