As scheduled, Inara’s diet began the next day. She was surprised when she saw the breakfast Feedwell placed before her. It was a slice of toasted wheat bread with two tablespoons of peanut butter, half a grapefruit and a cup of coffee.
Lemuel had left the house early to attend a business meeting, leaving her with Feedwell so she thought she had hopes of manipulating the man to add a little something extra for her.
“Sir Feedwell.” she said as he sat down to a plate of spaghetti and tomato sauce.
“Madam.”
“Inara please.” she said, smiling at him.
“Okay, Inara.” he said and smiled. Inara liked his jolly nature.
“Is it possible to add a little bit of what you have in your plate for me?”
Feedwell’s friendly expression changed and became blank.
“I’m sorry but I have strict instructions t
