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The ranges are top-of-the-line. All eight of the burners are in pristine condition. Every technological advancement I can think of seems to be here, from the newest blenders to a cutting-edge scale.
A set of shiny fridges line the opposite wall. An actual wall of machines. I’ve never met anyone who owned more than a single fridge.
One man.
Three fridges.
Maybe that’s where he hides all the bodies.
I walk the row, realizing one of them is a freezer, another a fridge for food, and the final one covered with a clear glass door.
I peer inside. Rows of drinks cover every space. Bottled water, seltzer, and pricey liquor that hammers in the fact that he doesn’t need my inheritance at all.
He just wants revenge.
Revenge for something I had nothing to do with.
I sigh, turning back to the rest of the kitchen. From what I can tell, it’s fairly clean, and I’m thankful it won’t be hard work.
That’s what I think until I round the island and find myself standing in front of the sink.
“Jeez,” I say before I can stop myself.
“Chef uses a lot of dishes.”
“You think?” How is this dude not five hundred pounds?
“This is from this morning’s light breakfast.”
Just breakfast? All this from one meal?
“How many meals a day does Chef cook?”
“Breakfast and dinner. Mr. Aldridge spends his lunch in the office, where I assume his assistant purchases his meals on his behalf.”
Two meals a day.
A light breakfast, she said.
Fuck my life. I found the cure for world hunger, and it’s in this guy’s kitchen.
The sink must contain over ten pots and pans, and that doesn’t even count spatulas, utensils, plates, and bowls.
Gail opens and closes cabinets, showing me where the cleaning gear is. “Let me preface your tenure by saying, Chef doesn’t want anything in the dishwasher.”
Of course, he doesn’t. I’m sure this lady already must think I’m trash that Trent picked up on the street.
She certainly would balk at the fact that I’m doing this all for money.
Not just any money . . .
A twenty-two-million-dollar inheritance.
The truth is, I probably could fight him.
Over the past few days, unbeknownst to Trent, I did my research. I had no intention of taking this man’s threats.
But it didn’t take me long to find out his threats were not lies.
