Culinary Courtesy
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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June was over. She flips like a coin to the other side. She wanted Mawr things when before she she ever needed my company. I had to take more cases and make more money. But even then she wasn't happy. I just kept trying and trying and working so hard for her. But she wouldn't join me in what could be our happy marriage. She just kept making it worse. Even now. Her solution isn't just to say I'm leaving. Gonna go find someone else? No, it's Let's kill my husband so I can move on. Well, what about me? You want to know how I found out about this hit? It was on my credit card statement right there in black and white. $20,000 withdrawn. She used my own money to pay to have me killed. E is careful. Believe she would do this. I am sorry. Mr called, though she's truly a terrible woman. Through and through. Hey, Chef. Yeah? Can I ask you a question? In my experience, Mr called low. You have to ask the question. So please continue. Can you for go my contract? Can I ask that you not kill me? The head chef grabbed the bottle of bourbon from the shelf wall and placed two glasses on the circular table. Okay. No, Mr. Called low. Thank you for being honest. I appreciate that much. You are welcome, but there is more. What do you mean? I want to make you your favorite of all time meal. It doesn't matter if it clashes or if it's silly or even strange. I'm going to make it for you. I really appreciate that. But I don't have any money. My wallet is at home with my wife. No, no, Mr called. Oh, this is on the house. Whatever you want. Any drinkers? Well, please make use of my collection. I want to do this for you. Uh huh. Okay. Let me think if I could have anything I want, I would want Ah, field cut with macaroni and cheese. One glass pinot noir, one coke and an Irish coffee to finish the meal off. And, uh, apple cinnamon coffeecake. Very fine choices, sir. Please sit talk with me. I would enjoy your thoughts while I prepare your meal. Oh, and now, my friend. Bon appetit. Mhm. Oh! Oh, my God. This is amazing. What did you put in the Mac and cheese? I've ride some fresh thick, cut applewood bacon to a crisp, then crumpled it into nearly a dust. Then I added it to the top with only a few moments left. A bake. It's so good. I almost like it more than the veal that is high. Praise your apple coffee cake will be done soon. How does an Irish coffee sound to go with that? That sounds perfect. Thank you, Chef. You are very welcome, my friend. Time once again got lost due to the individual moments of perfection Mr Caldo was enjoying. Cafe was about to start her last set of the evening when the head chef walked with his arm around. Mr called those shoulder toward the shelf wall of alcohol. He told them to choose whichever bottle he wanted. Mr called Low, studied the wall and really did want to try the bottle of Macallan M. A leak, but decided against it instead. He only asked about it. Hey, what does the McCullen taste like? Oh, it's very good. It's smooth and full of flavor, but one really must try it to describe it does not do it justice. Would you like a glass? No, No, thank you, Chef, but that kind of class would be wasted on someone like me. You are terribly wrong, Mr Coehlo. That sort of drink was meant to be had by someone of your quality again. Thank you, Chef, but I must respectfully disagree. Besides, I'm tired of trying to keep up. Let me have a drink of that. Sir Edward's whiskey, Sir Edward's Mr Called. Are you sure it's a vile whiskey? It's little more than water. In fact, if you add even a little water to it, it's ruined completely. I know, but I come from simple places. I'd like to return there if you'll permit me. Whatever you want, sir, may I attempt to enjoy it with you? I would certainly enjoy that. Mhm. Oh! Oh, it's so bad. It really is. What you been having? This E guess it probably completed the set. Hey, Chef, can I ask you? Ah, personal question. Of course. What's your price? Normally, for a contract $20,000 from males over 21. $25,000 for females over 21. High profile targets are on a case by case basis. I see. Uh, uh huh. Mhm. Okay, All I have is a is a dollar left because I left my wallet at home with the wife on a silver platter. Mr. Cold. No, it's 11. 47. It's time to go home. E help you to your car. Don't worry, I'll drive. Thank you. It za pre Schiff. Why the strange? The head chef carried us far too drunk friend to the car and carefully put him in the passenger seat. The drive back to Mr called Lowe's Home was peaceful and relaxing, something that had Chef wanted for Mr Called Low. He deserves so much more, the head chef thought as he smiled softly, glancing at his friend's sleeping. He pulled up to the garage, then pulled the car inside. Once there, he easily transferred the passed out drunk. Mr called Low to the driver's seat and emptied a full bottle of certain Edwards into his mouth, something that caused him to whence the mere thought is. He gently massaged Mr called lose throat so that he wouldn't choke. After that, he only needed to inform his client at the job. It's done. Is it done? Is the idiot dead. It is certain that he will be dead by morning. Yes. Good. I can finally move on with my life. You can leave to Chef. Our business is done. You should really call me the head chef. Miscalled low on Lee. My friends get to call me Chef. As for business, I still have some left for the evening. You see, I accepted a contract earlier that still needs fulfilling. I just have one last question for you. Miss Condo, What is your favorite meal?