A Spicy Solution

At my words, Marie’s expression stiffened slightly.

She already knew what I meant by that.

It was something I said whenever I messed something up and called her over to use her as a garbage disposal; every time, she came, complained, and ate it all anyway.

‘Fuck, is that why she’s putting on weight? She looks prettier with a little meat on her bones than when she’s all skin and bones.’

Marie made her way through the guests to stand in front of my table.

Berman watched with an uncomfortable look.

“Is it really necessary to have an employee taste it too?”

I didn’t answer him and held the plate out to Marie.

“Try this.”

Marie looked at the plate for a moment...