“Thank you for helping me, Head Chef,” I said with a satisfied smile.
This morning I was standing in the kitchen, putting together the breakfast menu for Seth with the head chef. Every now and then I glanced at the servants who were busy with their duties. There was nothing suspicious, but I still felt like I was being watched. Maybe I still felt this way even though I had been given additional information from Jiro. The head chef hands me a plate with a vegetable omelette with grilled salmon, accompanied by whole wheat bread and fresh orange juice.
“This should be healthy for Mr. Seth,” the head chef said with a smile.
I nodded and carried the tray into the dining room. Seth was already sitting in his chair. His face was as cold as ever. Next to him, Jiro stood in a relaxed manner, rea
