Chapter 4Cook
Being a private chef for rich people wasn’t glamorous. Not even when you got to do the job on a yacht. Especially for a guy my size. Luckily, I didn’t have claustrophobia and this particular yacht was a bit insane.
“Did she actually buy this thing?” I asked Halley one afternoon.
She sat on the island in the kitchen, hanging out while I cut veggies and fruit for a snack plate.
Halley snorted. “No chance. She has money but not this kind of money. It’s a rental of sorts.”
Something about her expression made me squint at her. I waited her out.
“You know that producer guy, Zed? It’s his.”
Digging in my memory, I asked, “Isn’t he direct competition to the guy who produced the girls’ last album?”
“Uh-huh…”
“And so why aren’t the rest of the girls here if he’s trying to poac
