Chapter 56

“Thanks.”

I expected him to leave after this, but he stayed. I sighed and glanced at him. He studied me in return.

“What?”

“Are you always this…approachable?”

“You areinterrupting my meal and quiet time. Wouldn’t yoube irritated?” I didn’t see why he should be different from anyone else here. He acted like an entitled know-it-all.

“It would depend on the company.”

“Well then, you have your answer.”

He shook his head and stood. “Message received. Thanks for the information, Mr. McAvoy.”

I growled softly, but it was still loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled as he walked awayAss, just like all the others.

* * * *

My job as a cashier was a means to an end. In reality, I owned a small food services consulting firm in the healthcare culinary field. I had found, over the years, that the best way to get to know how an organization functioned—or didn’t—was in the trenches. That usually meant going undercover—with the blessing of upper management.