Luke Andrews played as Liam Hemsworth

Alison's POV.

I rushed into the kitchen, my eyes wide, as I searched for the man. Heels clacking loudly against the floor, I grasped his bicep, whipping him around to face me. His white hat wobbled dangerously on his head, and he sent me a scowl before adjusting it.

"Mr.Johnson, it's an emergency."

Frowning, he glared down at me,"Yes, what is it? I honestly don't have time for this, you know I'm a busy man Alison."

"Table number 4 are demanding that they get served with the Lobster Frittata ASAP."

[A/N: I legit just searched up 'expensive dishes' and the 'Lobster Frittata' came up. Don't what the heck the shit is, never tried it, but it's costly so yeah. Anywaaaay moving on.]

He sighed, shaking his head, his moustache twitching.

"Didn't you tell them that ingredients are not present right now? We cannot serve them the dish!"

I breathed deeply through my nose. Mr.Johnson was a successful man, but yet his ability to comprehend a situation and find a resultion were bare minimum.

"Yes, but they insist."

I knew that he wouldn't tell them that he surely could not serve them the dish. He had too much pride to get out and do so. Also to the possibility of those rich people suing him for such a small thing. But the possibilities were endless. You never know what went through a wealthy person's mind.

He ran a hand through his hair, his expression clearly distressed. Feeling sympathetic towards the man, I rubbed his back in attempt to calm him down.

"Mr.Johnosn as a pure opinion and input, maybe you could tell that they can get the rest of their meal on the house because we cannot provide them with the food they wish for? They can pick any other meal and not have to pay."

The man was silent, thinking my input over. Minutes later a grin spilt over his face, and he pulled me in for a hug. I laugh patting him on the back.

"That's a wonderful idea Alison. Thank you."

"It's all good Mr.Johnson, I'll be leaving now."

He nodded at me, shooting me a quick smile, before bustling back into the depths of the kitchen. I shook my head at him, before turning around to deal with the situation before me.

Passing by dozens of cooks who stood before steaming pots, spoons raised, and noses lifted as they tested out their creations. Others ran around, their arms full with vegetables or plates, as they rushed to their stations. Interesting smells drifted around the large kitchen as I swiftly avoided a pudgy young man, his arms overflowing with dirty plates, and a box of utensils.

Pushing open the double doors, the sound of a violin playing meets my ears. Chatter filled the rooms, as men and women in tuxs and dress sat, holding glasses of wine or a delicate amounts of food between their spoons. The deep red velvet cloth that covered the wooden tables, drooped to the floor, its tips touching the soft carpet below.

My eyes darted around my surroundings, as I quickly for the number four on a plastic stick at the middle of a table.

Muttering under my breath, I manouvered around the tables,"Number 11, 9...7, 4!"

Stopping at the furthest table to the left, that was tucked into the corner, the rain splattering against the window beside it. Pasting on my best customer smile, I grinned warmly at the woman sitting on the chair nearest to me.

"I'm deeply sorry Madame Freeman, but the head chef claims that he cannot cook you the Lobster Frittata. But he insisted that for the inconvenience the rest of your stay here at Madame André will be on the house."

The woman pursed her lips, staying quiet. Pondering over her decision she nods subtly.

"Yes, we comply with your offer. But I must admit that I expected better from such a high praised restaurant. Disappointing honestly."

Grinding my teeth together, I bit down on my inker cheek, refraining myself from snapping at her.

Forcing out a smile, I said sweetly,"Again, I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience."

She rolled her eyes, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture,"Yes yes. Now please hurry and get me my food. My patience is beginning to thin."

"Yes Madame Freeman, just please view the menu and inform me of your preferences."

She nodded, her eyes swivelling from each page. Opening her mouth to tell me what she wanted, I scribbled down her order on my notebook before turning towards the man next to her.

"I'll have whatever she's having."he grunted.

Nodding, I thanked them, before excusing myself and making my way back to the kitchen, frustrated with their behaviour.

I had long before began to accept my life. The night after my horrific divorce, Blake had kicked me out and I found myself lonely on the streets, my duffle bag slung over my shoulder. Most of my clothes had been left there in my haste to get away quickly from the place I had once called home. Many things Blake had once bought for me had been strewn around the room in my anger. Never had he given me those things out of love and compassion, he had merely given me these whenever my father visited occasionally. It was show that he put up to my father to try and convince that he had loved me. Even I had fallen for his fake gestures.

I can still vividly remember the headline in the morning newspaper the next day.

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GOLD DIGGER EXPOSED?

Blake Ryder, CEO of the Ryder company, has recently released the news of his unexpected break up with Alison Williams the woman that had managed to fool us all. Mr Ryder claims that Miss Williams purely married him out of greed for money, excessively asking for dresses and jewellery. Miss Williams is a complete disgrace to the wonderful women in our community. Many say that Miss Williams may have even been disloyal in their relationship.

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My heart had clenched when I had seen the papers, and I still remember my vision blurring as I ran out the shop, sobbing, ignoring the curious stares.

My father and I were rich. But not like the Ryder's. My father claimed a high position in business, respected by men and women all around the world. He is best friends with Jake Ryder, the founder of the Ryder company. Being best mates from nappies, the two had stuck by each through the thick and thin. Of course being best friends with one of the most successful men in the world has it advantages. Mr.Ryder had taken an immense liking towards me. To me he was a second father and he claimed that he was extremely disappointed at his son's actions.

The communication with the two friends had begun to loosen and I felt extremely guilty for the strain in their friendship. When the news of our divorce and Blake's betrayal had reached my father's ears, he had immediately set out to his friend's house, heatedly questioning him to reveal Blake's whereabouts. Jake had declined to tell my father where he was, earning himself a few punches to the face. Surprisingly, Jake had stood his ground allowing father to apply the abuse that was meant to be for his son. Yet both men still love each other immensely as much as they won't admit it.

"Hey Ali!"

I was snapped out my daze as my best friend, Luke, advanced towards me. I unconsciously grinned, pulling the tall man into a hug.

"Hey there big guy."

He scowled, giving me a noogie before releasing me. Luke Andrews was a man that I had met through work. He was undoubtedly extremely good looking and attracted many fans throughout the staff.

"You okay? You seemed stressed."

I sighed but nodded,"Yeah I'm good. Just tired, that's all."

This was true. I had fallen asleep near midnight after finishing of some housework, and checking my accounts. Not to mention that my soles were aching terribly from my heels, which were way too high to be normal.

Luke looked at me, concern etched over his features.

"Do you want me to take you home? You should take a sick Al, you know it's not good for you."

I shook my head, looking away,"I need the money Lu, you know that."

"I can support you Alison, financially! Just take the money!"he said, his voice rising.

It was issue we both frequently stumbled across. My father had also offered me money but I had balanty refused. Ever since Blake had claimed me as a 'gold digger', I had declined any money someone had given to me. Maybe I just wanted to prove him wrong. Prove to him that I didn't live off anybody. My job at one of the classiest restaurant in the country payed an adequate salary and I was content with it. I could pay off my phone bills, water and electricity and buy myself the neccities in life. I was happy with how I was doing. And that's all what mattered to me.

I stayed silent, my eyes settling down on the small grey stain on my skirt. Fumbling with the cloth, I avoid Luke's gaze.

"I'm sorry Al, I'm just really worried."

I looked up, smiling gratefully at him. Wrapping my hands around him, I layed my head against his broad chest.

"Thank you Lu, I love you."

"I love you too baby sis."

We stayed in our embrace for a few minutes as I cherished the feeling of warmth and safety in Luke's arms. He had all made feel at home, and treated me like a sister. He pulled away, holding me out in his hands.

"Alright, get back to work or Mr.J's gonna be on our asses."

I laughed, agreeing with him before bidding him goodbye. After giving me another hug, kissing my forehead and reminding me to call him if I was in any trouble, he walked away. Luke was also a waiter at Madame André. I was extremely grateful for a friend at work, allowing myself to fuel my anger at the customers to Luke who only listened with an amused expression.

A woman in black hurried up to me, gesturning to a table at the right of the large room.

"Alison, they need you there. Table...number 13."

I grinned,"That's cool, thanks."

She walked away, her features distressed as she quickly snatched a spoon from a chef near the front, her face approving as she lifted the contents into her mouth. Patting the man on the back, she continued her job.

Straightening my white blouse, I smoothed out the wrinkles in my skirt before pulling on my signature customer smile and making my way to number 13.