(Author POV)
Clarke walked slowly towards the kitchen tent, there was Reista picking food. "Why are the almonds freshly roasted? I asked for that earlier." Reista's voice was low, but Clarke knew Reista was angry. It was just that that woman never really showed anger in front of her subordinates.
"Sorry madam, Miss Nafisah was here earlier. She asked for the Almonds I had roasted, she said she wanted the almonds and asked me to buy another one, So I just finished from the supermarket." Said one of the waiters.
"Nafisah? Does she really like Almonds." Reista's question was not directed at the maid, but at herself. Reista started to remember again, does Nafisah really like almonds?
"Go, I have something to tell Mrs. Reista." Clarke came and sent a few maids away, Reista who saw Clarke's arrival could only stare with a straight face.
"Why?." Reista asked, he didn't understand why Clarke had sent his servants away.