#Chapter 53: An UnweTroublcome Visitor

Cara’s POV A middle-aged and distinguished-looking man walks into the kitchen, hands raised in an obvious attempt to minimize the growing tension in the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” He asks, looking at all of us gathered around. I’m not yet certain who this man is, but when he speaks, the kitchen staff listens. He must have their respect. Does this John work here, too? “John, you need to get HER,” a she-wolf points a finger at me, “out of here. We don’t need any help from the likes of her!” I turn to John, trying to appeal to him, “I was just saying that I’m here because—” “Because you want to feel better about yourself and laugh at us from your fancy throne!” one of the staff members fires at me. “Now wait just a minute!” John’s tone is harsh and admonishing, and the staff stops their snickering at once. He lays his briefcase on the table between us, and the hard leather case lands with a heavy thud. John unzips the case and reaches in to grab a handful of papers.