Esme's frown deepened as she processed the details. Her brow furrowed, and she spoke without missing a beat. "And the third chef?"
Kai's voice dropped even lower as he spoke the final piece of the puzzle. "They say the third one's got diarrhea."
Esme's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly masked her reaction with a hard, calculating gaze. She closed her eyes briefly, her lips pressing together in a tight line as she thought through the absurdity of it all. She placed her hand on the car's front, fingers tapping rhythmically against the cool metal, as if trying to ground herself in the midst of the chaos. The tapping was the only sound breaking the tense silence.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked back at Kai with a piercing intensity. "Jay," she turned to face him, her expression unwavering. "What do you think about all of this?"
