By the time I’m back in my suite, I’m starving - and luckily, dinner’s already waiting for me.
I’m drawn to the delicious aroma of something under the domed silver serving tray lid on the table in the suite’s corner.
I lift up the lid to reveal a beautiful pork and prawn Pad Thai, made just the way I like it - heaps of flat rice noodles mixed with sautéed bean sprouts and a generous sprinkling of peanuts, and two lime wedges to the side for squeezing over the dish.
It’s my favourite food of all time, and the Winsworth family’s apparent knowledge of this fact is more than a little creepy.
It could just be a coincidence - or it could mean that they hacked my Uber Eats account.
During the second job interview one of the strangely invasive medical questions they asked was whether I had an
