A Man's Snack is His Downfall
Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from.
His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him.
The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!]
Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.]
The nerve of this prick.
Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!]
After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you."
"Ain't I generous?"