“Sorry,” I said to my chef. “Just lay back and close your eyes.”
I did. “Hey, Marcus,” she husked. “I guess.”
“I think you should tell Danni about this.”
Having expected some sort of platitude or other form of sympathy, her words took me by complete surprise. Surely, you wouldn’t have done something like that a year ago.”
“That’s not what happened,” I said, explaining the entire situation to Astrid from the moment I met Carla Tanaka to the moment she voted for Chandler in the boardroom. It invites hunger before the meal is ready.” She nodded toward the door I’d just come through and said, “Your kitchen doors are equipped to keep most of the smells in the kitchen.”
I glanced back at the door, noting that the edges were lined similarly to those on exterior doors of houses. Her eyes studied the office’s carpet for the next few moments while I simply watched, trying to find the magic words that would change her mind.
