Pay back days are on the way

QWEN

“Hello, Cassey.”

She was the first person I met after I was dropped in the palace by my thin driver, and seeing her meant nothing but a quick change of plan.

I had initially planned to cook the pastas myself and invite the queen to the upper room, where the nobles dine, and have her feel the power of good meal, but seeing Cassey meant a collaboration.

“Qwen.”

Her smile seemed to be a feature stuck on her face, such that she could not keep it off her face even if she wanted to.

I gave her the same kind of broad smile she offered, and came closer to her with the basket of foodstuffs.

I had intentionally gone for a basket, rather than a paper of plastic back, because I wanted everyone around to see me, and know for sure that I intend to host the new wave of ex low lives who luckily got inducted among the nobles.

“How are you, Cassey?”

I wasn’t sure that was the right question to ask, but all I wanted was to spark up a conversation, and get her into the Indian pasta talk like my dr