The Shopping List

I marched straight into the massive kitchen, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached from the morning's grueling labor. Maple, Storm, and River trotted at my heels, acting as my panting supervisors while I tore through Vaughn’s bare pantry. For a billionaire living in a sprawling architectural masterpiece, his food supplies were abysmal. Still, my stomach rumbled in protest, demanding I move fast.