“Okay. I’ll make those for you in a bit,” Stanley Batton said.

“Oh, right. I also want a bowl of cream of mushroom soup. Do you know how to make it?” Xyla Quest asked.

“I don’t, but I can learn,” he said.

“Oh, okay,” Xyla said.

The high-level executives on Stanley’s computer screen were all dumbfounded.

This woman had ordered their CEO to cook for her. She even said it matter-of-factly. It appeared as if their CEO cooked for her frequently.

Could the cold and distant Stanley Batton have a