“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.”

eyes narrowed. “Adam and I could never work

We’re like oil and water. Plus, he has

he[s my

mean?” Karl asks,

gossip that would start if Adam helps me win

or worse, that he’s

cater

have any strings attached, Karl,” I say, staring at him, willing

understand.

lost, his eyes searching

begins, but then stops, looking

face. The clock

by 9 at the latest, and it’s

the city. It’ll take me a solid

with the help

I

taking a step closer to him, “do you remember

married? We had to prep

help me last-minute, and we were like… a

I say, pleading with

up at me, his eyes searching mine,

recognition flash through

remember,” he says softly, dropping his

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