WYATTI would like nothing more than to wrap my hands around Johnny’s neck and choke him. He’d probably like that too much. I’m perusing the internet for potential chefs. My gut tells me to hire only men. I don’t want to put any women in his line of fire. The man is a walking sexual harassment case.Ernie shuffles in, “Any luck?” I click through to the next page on my screen. “Yes and no. It seems that most of these chefs are either too expensive or not available right away. I need more options.” Ernie shrugs, “Too expensive? I surely doubt that.” I look up from my desk, “He gave me a salary cap of fifty thousand.” Ernie waves his hand in the air, “That’s preposterous for an estate this size and lavish dinner parties. Please, he can afford five times that.”Maybe Ernie is right, “I’m gonna go talk to him.” Ernie encourages me, “Don’t talk honey. State your demands.” I sigh, “I’ll do my best.”Johnny’s on the phone in his office. I wait until he hangs up to knock. “Come in.” He’s sitti