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d sweat in. Just thinking that it would take three more fucking months was enough to send me over the edge all over again.

Mr. Roosevelt visited earlier." What the fucking was that lousy rat doing here? Did I not make it clear that I didn't want his pres

worse. But curious is what my mind is. And the urge to keep my eyes

aughter are up to something. I wonder what. I smirked

not get to know about their little meetup? My guards are fucking loy

rving. The workload today was on another level. And I didn't have time to eat anythin

efer having my meal alone. Having people around is a big nuisance. Martha cam

my chefs not know? I rolled my eyes before cutting through the meat anyway. I was too hungry to complain anyway. I had the first bite, and for so

e of the sauce, but I finished the plate in se

hing, only to be left shocked, witnessing the empty plate befor

intervals. "Who's the new chef?" My curiosity got the better o

uh

" I asked, cleari

like it, Mr. Maxwell? Would you like me to ask

egatively. I just want to know if Anders has hired new staff. Because I have to do a background check myself to s

aking it herself. I can ask her not to, from next time if you don't like it." Alina? Why does she like to be in

her flavors. So who am I to say no to some good food for whatever time she is

midnight. I was finally done and started heading to my office, when some giggling and chattering caught m

lina were sitting comfortably on the table, enjoying dinner over some conversation that had them laughing. I observed as all of my staff looked carefree with Alina, a sight that I have never seen be

but stopped in my tracks whe

dic gi

escaped her lips on something Martha said. I saw one of the chefs glaring at Martha, maybe for letting out an embarrassing secret of his. In that moment, she looked carefree. Like an innocent child who was told the

of my people slowly. She has something planned. She definitely does! She wants to get to me, I know it. This facade o