Privilege Time

You've never met my brother before, and he's been away for years. It's unlikely you've heard his voice recently," she said, her voice gentle, but with a hint of skepticism.

"Maybe it's just a familiar tone or inflection?" she suggested, but Darren's expression remained uncertain, as if he was still trying to grasp the elusive memory.

"I'm not sure, maybe I'm just talking nonsense," Darren said with a nervous chuckle.

There was a knock on the door.

Kendall swung open the door to reveal a harried-looking chef worker, her white apron stained with the day's culinary endeavors.

"Can I help you?" Kendall asked, eyeing the chef worker's anxious expression.

"Madam wants to know what you'd like for dinner," the chef worker said, her voice hesitant, awaiting her decision.

"Oh… I'm fine for now. How about later?"

"Alright, ma'am," the worker said, departing for the kitchen.