Chapter twelve

As she wound her way around the kitchen, adding different things to the pot that simmered with contents too large for the four inhabitants of the house, she had little to no time for anything or anyone else in the world.

This food she was cooking had to come out perfect else, she might eat her fingers for breakfast. Which was why, when the first call came in, quelling the silence that occupied the kitchen at seven AM, she didn't bother answering.

The second ring, however, came with such an increased volume it made her almost drop the spoon when it started. With a sigh on par with that of an octogenarian, she dropped the spoon and paddled over to the phone she had placed on the far end of the room.

“Hello?" she said into the phone, her mind focused on the contents boiling on the pit, realising too late she hadn't checked who the caller was.

“Do you know what makes a billionaire?"

The person on the other was meaning to follow this question with another and an answer, but her impatience