#Chapter 46: A Dangerous Game
Karl

“What do you want?”

Adam’s voice is apprehensive, and for good reason. It’s not everyday that I set food inside his

restaurant, and it’s certainly not everyday that I show up telling him that I have a proposition for him.

But I’ve been plotting this for a long time.

Abby clearly doesn’t realize that Adam doesn’t care about her as much as he should. Or maybe she

does, but she doesn’t seem ready to leave him for some strange reason. She deserves better—she

deserves me. And maybe she just needs a little push to get the gears in motion. I swear, once she’s

free from Adam, she’ll realize just how much of a mess their ‘relationship’ is. And I know exactly what

it’ll take to convince him to leave.

The ingredients.

I’ve been holding onto them for a while now, waiting for the perfect time. And after what happened the

other night, when Adam stood his own fiancee up for a dinner date, I think it’s finally time.

“Let’s talk in private,” I say, smirking slightly. “You free later?”

Adam looks around with a puzzled look on his face. “Why? Why can’t we talk here, now?”

I shake my head. “Trust me, Adam; I’m not planning on doing anything shady if that’s what you’re

worried about. I just have something I want to show you.”

“Look, man, whatever it is, I’m not interested,” he says. “I’ve got a restaurant to run.” I watch as he

tosses a dishcloth over his shoulder and heads for the kitchen. Sliding down from my barstool, I follow

him. When my hand makes contact with the swinging kitchen door, stopping it from closing in my face,

he whirls around and gives me another puzzled look.

“But this is about your restaurant,” I say, stepping into the bustling kitchen. “I swear. You won’t want to

pass this up.”

With a sigh, Adam looks around warily and finally shrugs. “Alright. Meet me outside later, I guess. I’ve

got a lunch rush to deal with. ‘Kay?”

“‘Kay.”

tonight, and just as promised, I’m waiting

ponder what I’ll say to

sure to

and I know that he won’t pass

on my lips as I imagine Abby leaning on me, using

her plenty of time, of course, but eventually she’ll realize that I have changed—and the rest will

history from there.

door to the restaurant swings open, and Adam steps

The cold evening breeze rustles his hair

nearby bin.

out,

see him stiffly wipe

his, before he turns to

arms across his chest.

say, a slight

into its carton and drop it into the

but follows me as I lead him to my

by the distant h onking of cars and

night wanderers.

on my key fob, and the trunk slowly

contents inside.

bins filled with the crème de la crème

wafting into the night air, freshly picked white truffles, caviar, and even a jar of edible gold

that’s

him taking over as he

over the precious items.

you get these?” he whispers, his voice filled with awe.

back hundreds, even thousands!”

a triumphant smile. “Connections.

says with

glass jar filled with rare mushrooms. That jar alone cost

these Alban white truffles?” he asks, turning it in the

the car. “Those ones weren’t so easy

and gingerly places the jar back in the box. “That’s awesome, Karl,”

at me once more. There’s an apprehensive

this?”

giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients could

to

next. “I want you to

a mask of disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding

would I?”

my words carefully, I continue, “I’ve been observing,

your sous chef. It’s clear to me you

even swing her way, if you catch my

moment, silence envelops us, the weight of my words sinking in. Adam looks like a

“What are you

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