"Oh god, did Young Master just eat a slice of pizza?"
"He's even drinking soda!"
I could hear the housemaids whispering as Lando and I sat in the dining room. He held my contract in one hand, while the other casually held the pizza I'd given him.
Why were they so shocked just because he ate junk food and soda? Had he really never eaten things like this before?
Thinking about it again … maybe not. With all the chefs in this house, he probably only ate home-cooked meals instead of processed food. Still, he went out often. Who knew what he usually ate out there, right?
"They're paying you $20,000?" Lando's deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I quickly nodded. "Yes! They'll send half of it as a down payment tomorrow, and the rest after I finish my job." I hesitated for a second before lowering my voice. "Do you think … that's too much for me?"
