“Look, I know how you feel,” he says, growing exasperated himself. “But with

the way my approval ratings are dropping right now in my pack, if word got out

that I was working as ‘just a sous chef’ for my ex-wife, people would go feral. It

would be a nightmare. For both of us.”

“You’re overthinking it,” I retort. “Trust me, Karl. We’ll keep your identity hidden. I

promise.”

He sighs deeply, a troubled look crossing his face. “Look, why don’t you just call

Adam? He could help you. And honestly, he kind of owes you.”

The name hits me like a bucket of cold water, instantly raising my hackles.

“Adam? Really, Karl? Is that your solution?”

Enter title…

He looks confused, taken aback by my sudden vehemence. “Why not? He’s in

the same field; he has the skills. You two know each other well.”

shake my head, my eyes narrowed. “Adam and I could never

and water. Plus, he

he[s

mean?” Karl asks,

that would start if Adam helps me

we’re colluding, or worse, that he’s got

he would be trying to secretly cater the Alpha party

Karl,” I say, staring at him, willing him

understand.

his

he begins, but then stops, looking

sigh, passing my hand over my face. The clock is ticking: 7:45 a.m. I’m

to be at the studio by

me a solid 45 minutes to

the help

I have

to him, “do you

married? We had

help me last-minute,

with him

searching mine, and

recognition flash

softly, dropping his

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