I blink at her. "Is that breakfast or punishment?”
A few maids suppress a laugh..
“We’re not making that,” I say flatly.
MaryJane’s jerks. “That is the standard here.”
“Well,” I shrug, “it’s time for something new.”
She opens her mouth—
“And if I remember correctly,” I cut in, “I didn’t make you my assistant.”
She freezes.
“But I’m the assistant in this kitchen,” she says. “I help Miss Martha.”
“Martha isn’t head of the kitchen right now.” I fold my arms. “Which means you answer to me.”
Her jaw tightens. “You’re making a mistake, ma’am.”
I flash her a grin. “Experience comes from mistakes. Let me make mine.”
I glance towards the maids. “Benita.”
Benita blinks.
"You’ll be my new assistant.”
The maids gasps.
Benita nearly chokes.
I step towards Benita and casually drape an
