Rick stood in the quiet, completely devastated dining room of the Golden Spatula, as he looked at the weeping, broken restaurant owner, entirely unbothered by the arrogant threat of the corrupt inspector who had just stormed out to his car, because the absolute fool had no idea he had just actively courted death.
He casually pulled his phone from the pocket of his plain black hoodie, as he effortlessly tapped the screen to dial his favorite, fully submissive food critic, completely ready to turn this pathetic corruption into a massive, highly entertaining public spectacle.
"Master?" Lexi answered on the very first ring, her voice sounding incredibly soft and entirely devoted, since the system's culinary magic had completely addicted her to his raw alpha dominance.
