Ethan leaned against the counter as he watched the kitchen staff move with practiced efficiency.
The mansion's chefs were some of the best, and he made sure they were well-compensated for it, with even increases in their pay sometimes.
The scent of grilled meat and sautéed vegetables filled the air, a sign that dinner was coming along well.
"Make it extra good tonight," he instructed the head chef, a seasoned woman named Marianne, who nodded while flipping something expertly in a pan.
From their movements alone, one could tell that they were professionals at what they did, besides he wasn't about to hire rookie chefs for himself.
"Of course, boss. Special occasion?" she asked, briefly glancing up.
"Not really, just have a visitor over," Ethan replied, looking toward the living room where Vanessa was sprawled across the couch, lazily scrolling through her phone.