Chapter 10 - Confronting The Nervous Caterer Behind The Setup
Before Vanessa could slip out through the service corridor, old man Miller blocked the double doors with his broad frame. The head caterer, sweating profusely in his chef’s jacket, raised his hands defensively and walked toward Thomas with trembling steps.
“Mr. Vance, I swear I didn't know what was inside that metal capsule! She paid me five thousand dollars in cash to slide it into the bottom tier!” the caterer blurted out. “She told me it was a romantic surprise announcement for your anniversary!”
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Vanessa glared daggers at the chef, hissing curses under her breath as her co-conspirator turned on her to save his own business license. “You knew damn well what was in there, and you helped her forge my signature on the delivery logs,” Thomas shouted angrily.
The country club manager stepped in, pulling the caterer’s service clipboard free and handing it directly to Thomas.
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