Chapter 2Edward Cross shifted awkwardly on his feet as he waited in front of the desk of Chris Mabry while the guy went over Edward’s resume with a fine-tooth comb. Or so it seemed to Edward.
There were no chairs in front of Mabry’s desk, which Edward thought might be on purpose. Anyway, Edward was pretty sure he’d been standing there, shifting back and forth between left and right feet, for an hour. Probably not, though.
Edward knew this job was a long shot, honestly. Getting a job as a waiter at a high class restaurant like Mabry’s without much experience…well, he knew his chances were next to nil. He wouldn’t have even tried except that his friend Jude had told him to give it a shot. And so, here he was.
“Heloise’s burned down,” Edward spoke up. He probably should have kept his mouth
