Page 76 of Flipping His Script
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"What, you don't know?"
The truth was, I'd paid someone to furnish the kitchen with everything I might need. I wasn't big into cooking and didn't plan on hiring a chef, not in this house.
Inthishouse, I planned to live like a normal person – well as normal as things got for someone like me.
In reply to her question, all I offered was another shrug. And then, I turned away, leaving her to figure it out on her own.
Or not.
Not my problem.
Or at least, that's what I told myself, even as she called out, "If you're expecting waffles, I want a raise!"
