Chapter 9

"Chef Quinn." He handed me a cup. "Welcome aboard. Your office is on nine. Corner unit, harbor side." I stood there like an idiot with the coffee in my hand. At Whitmore House, my office had been a converted mop closet with a chair I'd repaired twice with zip ties. It had taken me eleven years to earn that closet. "Mr. Kane, this is really too much." "It's Daniel. And it's not generosity, it's math." He started walking, and I had to hustle to keep up. "I've spent four years trying to figure...