Atlas entered the kitchen and looked around. It was nothing like his kitchen even though he had never cooked there before. It was just a simple kitchen with appliances scattered on the counter tops, a fridge at the corner and a cabinet.
Atlas rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. How was he going to cook for her? He didn't even remember the last time he entered the kitchen. His brother had done all the cooking when he was around and when he wasn't; he just hired a chef to cook for him.
His expression slid into a frown. Taking his phone from his pocket, he dialed his chef's number. On the first rang, he picked the call.
"Mr. Martini." He greeted.
"Yeah, are you busy right now? I need your help."
"No-No. I'm never busy for you boss. How may I help you?"
Atlas bit his lips. "What food is easier to prepare for a woman having her period for breakfast?"
