The security guard grunted twice.
"Those two, sly and sneaky, were hardly any chefs at all. Every time the boss came, he brought all sorts of pre-made dishes. They just provided service, then cleaned up. But sometimes they'd also go plant trees, something the boss required. If I offered to help, they'd refuse and wouldn't even let me near."
"Plant trees? Where?"
Everyone stared intently at the old man, who seemed puzzled but didn't think much of it and pointed towards a garden area below the villa complex:
"See that patch of rhododendrons? They planted all the trees there, big and small. I'd fish by the seaside and wouldn't dare get close to those rhododendrons, or they'd get really mad."
