For privacy reasons I can’t reveal which billionaire, but yes, you’ve heard of him. I have my own bedroom next to the kitchen, and I’m expected to prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner whenever he’s home.
For privacy reasons I can’t reveal which billionaire, but yes, you’ve heard of him. I have my own bedroom next to the kitchen, and I’m expected to prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner whenever he’s home.
Oh, every week. He’s abusive, cruel, and… Honestly kind of stupid? He has no idea how to cook, but he thinks he’s an expert because he’s supposedly smarter than me. I usually just smile and nod, and then ignore him. He thinks he’s the reason my cooking tastes so good.