I arched an eyebrow, taking a firm step toward the center of the room while keeping my jaw rigid."Frederick won't care, Rina," I snapped at her all at once, my voice coming out flat. "Besides, I live here now and I am Frederick's husband. I dictate the orders of coexistence in this dining room."The woman said nothing more. She limited herself to nodding her head, assimilating the change of command in the structure."Fine," I smiled, giving a tap to the counter. "Then go to the lobby and call everyone to eat right now. It is an order."Immediately, she left the dining room at a hurried pace.After a few minutes, the double leaf door opened wide and Rina returned escorting four young maids from the cleaning service and my five armed men from the personal escort, who held their assault rifles with evident corporate discomfort.Everyone greeted me with a rigid cordiality."Good morning, Mr. Waid," the leader of the guards articulated, a tall guy in a black suit. "Is something happening
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