I froze. It was always about a guest when he would suddenly order me to clean up quickly. Was it Ruby? Was it Sadie? Was it Rebecca? Was it another female?We had reached the kitchen, and there was a slim and short woman standing by one of the countertops. She had an apron and a chef’s hat under her black outfit that looked like surgical scrubs. A chef? A caterer? Who was this special guest?“Homer, meet Winston, Winston, meet Homer.” Dominic said as he pointed around, “Homer, I need this kitchen squeaky clean as soon Winston is done with here.” He walked out of the kitchen, and I stood there, puzzled. I looked at this lady pouring things into a bowl, whisking them, and then running to another end of the kitchen to pick something else, then back to her gigantic bowl. “Hey, I am Harper Holmes.” I cleared my throat and tried to start a conversation“So, he also gets your name wrong.” she laughed “I am Ari Wilson.” So, I wasn’t the only one that had to deal with him calling me anoth
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