Empire Plan: Investing In Oneself

By the time James arrived home, the sky had almost darkened, and the evening air carried a cool breeze.

As he stepped into the house, the comforting aroma of freshly cooked food greeted him, making his stomach rumble despite the fact that it hadn't been long since he ate at Ralph's place.

Patty, who was dressed in a casual apron, had just finished setting the table. She glanced up and smiled warmly when she saw James.

"You're back just in time," she said, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. "Sit down and eat before the food gets cold."

"Didn't I just eat?" James chuckled, as he thought to himself.

His eyes, however, betrayed his words as they lingered on the meal — perfectly grilled steak, mashed potatoes, fresh vegetables, and a side of warm garlic bread. The dishes were plated so well that they wouldn't look out of place in a five-star restaurant.

"Well, I guess I can make room," James added as he sat down.