"I appreciate the vote of confidence but if I'm going to prove I can cook I have to do better than eggs and toast," Angus said.
"What time would she be getting up?" Marcus asked.
"For a day like tomorrow is going to be? Probably 5:30 or so. So I should be up and downstairs by, probably, four or four-thirty."
"You really are allergic to sleep, aren't you?" Marcus teased.
"We can nap after tomorrow's lunch," Angus replied.
"I might. Alright. You're set," Marcus said, finishing with Angus, and going to check the balcony doors. When he finished he excused himself and went to bed. Angus got into bed, feeling quite tired. He turned out the light, yawning.
"Goodnight, Ru," he said quietly, feeling like sleep was hammering at his brain.
He was up early, and so was Marcus. Marcus helped him dress in his black dress trousers and a white dress shirt, and he rolled up the sleeves for Angus and then helped him shave. Angus went downstairs, brewed coffee and tea and started with making a big plate of individual potato rosti. While Marcus helped with small tasks like setting out a stack of plates and fetching things from the pantry or the fridge, Angus made some beautiful sweet crepes filled with a most unusual peach foster instead garnished with candied and toasted pecans, and, for a truly unique twist, he made a fresh morning salad that featured fresh fruit, vegetables, and crisp greens with a fresh homemade vinaigrette. He made the coffee trays then, and sent them upstairs and he also sent one to Carlo and Rosaria.
It brought both Carlo and Rosaria in minutes while Angus was finishing plating his elegant breakfast plates . He had them sitting on the counter, lined up in perfect rows, ready for sending to the outdoor dining table. Rosaria stared in amazement, seeing Angus alone in the kitchen, and seeing Angus just finishing by putting garnishes on the each of the plates with some mint leaves, a thin orange slice, and a few little berries. The plates looked magazine photo perfect. She just looked at him, wide eyed. It was Carlo who asked him if he had cooked.
Angus nodded, and he finally told them he had graduated culinary school with a master chef certification. It took her a moment to absorb it, so he had her sit down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, and he set a breakfast plate in front of her and one in front of Carlo. Carlo tucked into his plate first, and when he raved about how good the peach crepe was, Rosaria tasted hers too. Then she got up and went over to Angus and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, proud of him and the breakfast he'd turned out, literally singlehandedly. She was asking him questions about why he had decided to go to culinary school and what he did for a living now, and who he cooked for, when Robert and Kate arrived in the kitchen.
"He works for me," Robert told Rosaria in fluent Italian. "He has run my estates and their kitchens for the last several years, and he is also part of a very tight, elite team of fighters that work for me to do private investigations. On any given day he may cook 3 meals a day for as many as 30-50 people. And, his recipes form the bulk of the menu at my daughter's restaurant in London."
At that moment, Evan came in and smelled the food.
"Oh, God, that smells incredible," Evan said.
"You want me to fix you a plate?" Angus asked.
"No, no, I'm fine. Where's my baby?"
"She's probably still upstairs in the nursery. She might still be asleep...." Angus smiled, knowing how good Evan was with kids.
"I know the way," Evan said, fairly bouncing upstairs to go get Caprice to take care of her for the day.