They Demanded a 60-Course Birthday Feast to Prove They Owned Me — So I Delivered Exactly 60 Dishes, and an Eviction Notice
“Brilliant,” Darcy breathed, and I could hear the fierce, proud grin in her voice.
“Oh, that is brilliant.
Sloan, do you understand what you just handed me?
You didn’t record a bad night.
You recorded a domestic abuse case, complete, on the record, in his own voice.
Now — find an excuse to get out of that condo in the morning, and come straight to my penthouse, and do not, under any circumstances, actually cook anything.”