Cecilia had Googled what "McKing" meant.
The moment she first heard Ruby's accusation in the hospital, "I even saw one of them wearing a McKing uniform," Cecilia had been curious about what it meant.
Apparently, McKing was a fast food franchise. A restaurant chain, but not the kind with tablecloths and wine lists. The kind where food was prepared quickly, served in paper wrappers, and eaten with one's hands.
Diving further, a "burger-flipper" meant something very specific. A minimum-wage employee whose primary duty was flipping the meat patties of a sandwich type called a burger.
Cecilia had stared at the search results for a long moment.
Something did not add up.
She had checked the location of the apartment first, a simple search of the address, followed by a browse of similar listings in the area.
And the numbers that came back were staggering.
The rent for a four-bedroom apartment on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise in this part of the city was… astronomical.
