Grayson continued, apparently not finished with his unexpected promotional speech. "He is also developing recipes to have culinary robots prepare similar meals. Once perfected, the entire corporation will benefit from it."
"The robots aren't quite there yet," Neville added quickly. "The seasoning calibration is still off by a few percentage points. But we're close."
Gloria finished her sandwich in three more bites, then reached for another.
"Close isn't good enough. I want this." She pointed at the remaining sandwiches. "I want to eat like this every day. Eason, let me take Neville home to cook at the house."
Neville's brain short-circuited. "I—what?" House? Grayson's family's house?
"I'm serious." Gloria's eyes sparkled with an intensity that reminded Neville uncomfortably of her son when he had found a good business deal. "Come work for the family. Name your price."
"Moth—"
