2.27 The Pull (1)

Estel POV

“And this, as you can see,” the sly, suit-wearing man extended his arms, turning in a half circle, “is the commercial kitchen. Fully functional. I can confirm that the stove is vastly capable of cooking up delicious dishes. Just at lunchtime, our chef whipped up a few fabulous beef wellingtons. The creamed potatoes and steamed carrots were divine.”

“Looks great!” I tried not to show my distaste for the pink paint slathered on the greasy walls. It’s obvious whoever was painting this area stopped trying to impress the snobbish Luna. They probably didn’t think she would ever set foot in here.

By the look on her face, I can see she’s not too happy with the rushed paint job either. I braced myself for a meltdown, but she just gritted her teeth and stayed vehemently silent.

"There is an excellent view of the pool from the chef's office. The kitchen has a capacity too...."

I mindlessly nodded along and wrote down random tidbits of what he was saying on my clipboard. I've been doin