Rich Girl Threw Money at a Black Waitress — Never Expected She Was Actually Her Long-Lost Sister
Chapter 5
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"Does she carry an EpiPen?""Medics are on site.""Medics are out on the floor. Anaphylaxis doesn't wait for them. I want one at the pass.""Kennedy, put it on the event sheet: EpiPen at the pass.""I asked the estate lawyers to look at things after the second test. I'm meeting them Tuesday.""Look at what things?""You're my daughter. I want it on paper.""Don't put me in a will.""Naomi?""I've been your daughter for six weeks. Don't put me in a will. Put me on the Sunday schedule.""Okay.""Okay?""Okay. Sunday, six.""Six.""The Tribune review runs Sunday. Half the kitchen is already talking about the peaches. People are asking whether Hale can manage its own orders.""That order came out of your system, Mrs. Hale. Four pounds. I've got the printout in my truck.""I know. We need a short statement: a harvest problem on your end. It happens. Nobody blames a farm for the weather.""It didn't happen.""I know that, too.""And why would I sign it?""Because Hale accounts for 40% of your business.""22 years I've been bringing you peaches.""And we've paid for every one of them.""I won't put my name on a lie.""Then I'm sorry, Walt. The contract ends Friday. Kennedy, find us a new farm by Friday.""Yes, Grandma.""I'll talk to Marcus.""You're welcome to.""Mrs. Hale, the family attorney, line two.""Just a courtesy call, Mrs. Hale. Marcus has asked us to review the estate plan in light of Miss Carter's paternity. Nothing's drafted yet.""Thank you.""Walt Bishop called me. He says the peach order came out of our system.""It did. It was changed with a temporary login. Grant created it.""Grant? Find out who used it, or I will.""I gave that login to Kennedy because you told me to.""And who do you think he'll believe? You've become a liability.""12 years, Mrs. Hale!""12 years paid in full. Leave your badge on the desk.""Why are you still here? Gala's in two weeks. Why are you?""My grandmother raised me after my mom died. She used to say, without the name, you're just a pretty girl with opinions.""Is that what you think?""I got my job because of my last name. You got yours washing greens. So...""Come here. Cut this in. Small pieces. Don't let it get warm.""The account that posted your DNA test... that was me.""Why?""Because two million people called me a brat. And for one night, they stopped.""Pepper. More than you think.""Aren't you going to yell at me?""My mom's in the hospital, I work doubles, and I have a gala in two weeks. I don't have time to yell at you.""Before the dessert course, her station.""No. I made cobbler with her last night.""You heard the attorney. Your father has the lawyers rewriting everything. Half of what was going to be yours. Do you want to be the second daughter in your own house?""Mrs. Okafor is allergic. I wrote it on the sheet myself. If anything happens, it's sealed. Nobody eats anything.""What happens to her?""She loses a job she's had for six weeks. And that's it?""That's it. I'll make sure it's found. She'll be let go for bringing an allergen into her station on Okafor's night."