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The Man behind the Desk
Elaine was motioned to an overstuffed chair in front of a gleaming mahogany desk.
"I am glad you agreed to come." Mr. Prince settled himself in the chair behind the desk. Birds chirped beyond the open window.
"I was excited for the opportunity." Elaine nestled deeper into the lovely chair.
"Really? And what is an award winning chef doing in my study in Wolden, of all places?" His voice held a sardonic edge, but Elaine didn't feel that his words were spoken to wound.
Elaine smiled slightly. "Applying for a job, Mr. Prince."
"So it would seem," he said cryptically.
Mahogany, #12.