Sheng did not look happy when he stalked into the kitchen.
"Was his quote that horrible?" Jiao asked as she dropped the chicken into the pan. It sizzled in the melted butter.
"No idea. He's going to email it to me later."
"If it's not the price, then why do you look like you swallowed a lemon?"
"There's something about him I don't like."
"You don't like anyone," she retorted flipping the chicken she precooked for the casserole so it could brown on the other side.
"I'm just being careful. I won't do anything to jeopardize us."
"And how is a handyman going to manage that? Or do you think everyone works for Kaleb?" The man who'd held them captive from a young age. Their parents too, until they died. For a long time she and Sheng believed he ran the world, and he did in a sense, the compound in the mountains its own world outside reality.
"I am not paranoid. Just cautious."