“I'm thinking about expanding here and here. The kitchen is too small for the plans I have for it.”
“Like sections? You want to section them off?”
“Exactly. I think it'll be a better coordination system. What do you think?”
Zelah pored over the building plan for a while, wondering. “I'm trying to see it, and honestly it just looks clustered. Depends on how the sectioning is done.”
“Oh, it won't be completely closed off. Just little walls sectioning off each part. I'm not sure how to explain what I see in my head.”
“Draw it then. ‘Cause I'm clueless.”
They've been sitting over the restaurant plans in the living room for almost three hours, going back and forth on the changes that he had made. Zelah had a totally different approach, so it was a bit hard to decide on one thing.
“While you're at it, when am I going to see this place?” She stretched over to get her teacup, far away from the 'fragile paper’ in front of them, as Sam says.
“Soon. I have a business proposition for you even. Just trying to find a easy way to bring up the fact that I want you to quit your job.”
The cup lowered from her lips, and she stared at him in surprise. “What? You're joking right?”
“I don't joke about work, Zee. You of all people should know that. I'm prepared to pay you twice your salary.” He said seriously, not looking at her.
“Whoa. What am I going to be doing?? That's a whole lot of money!” She exclaimed.
“I can't disclose until you at least agree to look over the contract.”
“Okay, slow down. This is...a lot to take in at once.”
He snorted. “That's what she said.”
She threw him a look. “Will you be serious? You're asking a lot here.”
“True. It's not going to be a paid vacation, but at least you'll be working with your husband right?” He winked at her and rolled up the paper to set aside.
“Yeahh, I guess.” She finished her tea, with him watching her.
“I can't believe you're drinking tea. It's almost too good to be true. Who would've thought that the coffee monster would digress?”
“You said cookie wrong.” She winked at him and got up. “I'm going to start getting ready. I'll be thinking about it though.”
“Don't take too long. It's only a position that I opened up for you, after realizing that it would help to coordinate the kitchen staff better. Limited timeline.”
“You just said you opened up the position for me.” She laughed.
“That's no reason to be hesitant. Just say yes already. Twice your salary. Twice.” He said in what he hoped was a convincing tone.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” She said, raising a brow. “Because I'm not.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Go get ready madam.” He packed up everything they had laid out on the table, and placed it in his special bag.
“Fine, I'm going. By the way, I know there's something fishy going on, so stop trying to hide it.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” He shrugged and kissed her on the cheek in passing. “You better look fine as hell when you come out of that room.”
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