_ Good Cook _
He has changed so much.
Over the three years, he has grown much older.
His whole head is grey and so is his beard on his crinkly skin.
"Why are you back?"
That's the first question he asks me the moment I sit directly opposite him at the coffee table.
"This was not the agreement."
I look at Mr Jean right in the eye.
"I didn't want to come back. But I had to."
He glares at me.
"You broke our agreement," he retorts. "I gave you loads of cash for you to disappear forever then you come back looking for my son again?"
"I had no idea he lived here. Crazy coincidence."
"I might be old but that doesn't mean I'm stupid, kiddo. I give you money, you disappear then you come back years later to work for my son? It can't be a coincidence. I know what you want."
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