His Disguise Servant
Sammy flipped his hair, "some of the food came from the Fernandez Hotel. They have their daily lunch buffet served for the guests, and we're lucky that the Master included us."
"No," Tess butted in, "these are excess from the breakfast buffet in the hotel. Why would there be pancakes, sausages, bacon, chicken noodle soup, and croissants, right."
"Not everything, Tess," Sammy argued, "some are intended for the lunch buffet, like the Beef Wellington, roast duck, poached salmon, and others."
"Yeah ... yeah. But Jean prepared the others, like the fried chicken, bread rolls, salads, and desserts."
"By the way, Gian. Are you sure you're 45?" Sammy stared at my face, "I'm 32, but you look way young
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