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ROMAN

“Get out! Take it and get out!”

I flung the tray across the room and it hit the wall, getting the food all over the walls and the floor.

I'd told this new cook over and over that I didn't like spicy food but for reasons best known to him, he kept bringing me spicy food.

I'd fired my old cook last week for making a stupid mistake I didn't expect him to make. He'd been my father's cook for so many years and he'd been in the family for so long so I didn't understand why he would have done something like that.

“What the hell is-" Quinn walked into the room and saw the mess.

“I'm sorry, Alpha. Sorry Beta, I'll clean it up immediately.”

“Well if you keep apologizing like a fool, you won't actually get it done! Get out! Get the maids to clean it up! I don't want to see your face."

He ran out of the room like a coward. I shouldn't have hired him. I didn't trust any of them anymore.

“Roman, what is going on? What is the meaning of this?”

I didn't answer her. My alcohol had finished so I