But as I said to him, my standards must be high.Otherwise I would not be the chef everyone expected me to be, includinghim.The worst thing is that I c...uld see that he knew that he was only keepinghis job because of my feeling about him. I could see him thinking aboutwhat he could do if he thought that I could not bring myself to dismisshim. The fact is that I would have dismissed him. Not that he is a badcook, he just not the standard that I require.I have to tell myself that he can get. I am now 24 and making my way in life. My home was a happy home as was my upbringing, and education. My parents did everything in their power to provide their daughter with every chance to succeed in life, including, the use of my gender, age and body, and in return, provide themselves with the ability to climb the ladder of success, and in doing so, turn a blind eye, to daddy's boss to visit my bedroom and say, 'Goodnight', to his God Daughter, just over f******n years ago.On that night, much. I was in the restaurant down the street from the motel and saw a very sexy young thing walking towards the discount store on the corner. I watched from the window of the restaurant to see if she would come back up the street, I had just finished my meal when I saw her come around the corner. I hurriedly paid for my meal and went to intercept the young goddess. I crossed the street at an angle in order to cut her off and engage in conversation. As I drew near I caught her eye and from the. "You mean you haven't shown him the file yet?" a new voice interrupted.Robert opened his eyes to see a striking blonde woman staring down at himfrom beside Arthur at the desk."Patience, Agent Silvers, we were working up to it," Stephens said."There are certain things that have to be explained. Or do I have toremind you of your first visit to the White Room?"Robert swore that for half a second he could see this Agent Silvers' faceflare up in a blush. Then she was staring at him, her eyes ice.