His Secret Empire, Her Shattered Heart

I'd taken a private chef gig through a domestic staffing app. Thirty thousand dollars an hour.

The client was a young woman. She wanted home-cooked dishes, but they had to look, smell, and taste impeccable.

"My boyfriend made fun of me for not being able to cook, and I need to shut him up for good!"

"But I genuinely have zero talent. I almost blew up the rice cooker."

"Lucky for me it's his money, so I don't feel bad spending it. Please, you have to help me!"

Dirk Butler was an ordinary office worker. His job wore him out, and his stomach had always been sensitive.