Chapter 37: The Billionaire Feast
The woven basket rested firmly against Rowan’s forearm as he exited the agricultural airlock, its slats filled with damp earth, freshly dug potatoes, and bright red tomatoes that still held the heat of the ultraviolet fixtures. He walked down the central spine of Alderwood Manor, where the climate control circulated warm, dry air at seventy-two degrees, completely separating the interior from the blizzard that battered the exterior armor.
He pushed through the double swinging doors of the industrial kitchen, setting the harvest onto a broad stainless steel prep island. The room was fitted to commercial grade standards, boasting restaurant-tier induction ranges, twin convection ovens, and endless runs of seamless steel counters that gleamed under the warm
