Reich walked down the stairs.
He finally finished clearing the table.
It amused him that she forgot basic manners and she got off the table before she could.
She was indeed special.
But something bugged him all day.
Was she his?
As in his girlfriend...?
He hoped for it. He prayed for it to happen.
'It's kind of logic if she doesn't want me...'
He straightened his shirt downwards and he fixed his already perfectly done collar.
'Who would want to be with me? I am a monster.'
He raised his hand and he checked the hour.
'What woman would like a bipolar crazy guy? A guy who kills for his goal?'
He went inside the kitchen and he greeted the servants and the maids.
He obviously went to his chef.
His chef, Paul François Pierre Bocuse, was sitting next to a table, writing something on a notepad. He was the youngest servant in the kitchen.
He's 16 or something? Isn't he?
"Guten Morgen Monsieur Paul~ How do you feel today?"
His chef, was French. He obviously took him in.
He found about him when he was undercover in France.
He had already planned out the invasion, but he decided he would look inside the country to find something interesting he could take with him while the invasion raged on.
He listened to rumors, found interesting places, has seen a lot of new things...
He chose what he was going to keep before he even had it~! Truly amusing~!
He listened to rumors and he heard about a very young boy who wanted to cook.
He tried one of his dishes and he was utmost pleased.
True, French cuisine isn't the same as German, but does it matter?
A bit of change sometimes might lead to something good.
After the invasion, he looked for the boy and he took him in.
The boy couldn't really refuse.
The French government gave up and when the German asked for him, there was no way he could be safe from him.
The French government sent him to his office in Berlin.
He, Reich, told him about how he could become the greatest chef ever if he works under him.
He promised him great fame, a place to stay and safety from all that is happening.
Paul didn't have really a choice.
He accepted.
And here he was now, working under the German.
"...Bonjour Monsieur."
And Reich, as annoying as he could be, loved to tease him about what he did to France.
"How are you living under the roof of the greatest nation~?"
"...The living conditions are very pleasing, Monsieur."
Reich didn't stop, he started circling his desk.
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