Chapter 34
The concept of "normalcy" was still a foreign language to Thy.
It was a Tuesday evening. Crystal, empowered by her new status as co-owner of the fortress, had decided she wanted to bake cookies. Not order them from the Michelin-star chef downstairs. She wanted to bake them. Herself.
"We need chocolate chips," she announced, walking into his home office where he was dismantling a competitor’s stock portfolio.
Thy looked up, his eyes focusing. "I will have the chef bring up a kilo of Belgian dark chocolate."
"No," she said, leaning over his desk, her new confidence shining. "I want the little bag. With the yellow label. From the store."
"The... store?" He said the word as if she’d suggested they vacation in a radioactive wasteland.
"The supermarket, Thy. Normal people go th
