You hop into the back of a luxurious limo with the mysterious chef. When you enter you see a rather heavyset and sad-faced with white hair girl and pale skin in a maid's outfit.
"Who's this?" You ask Mimi.
"That's Kate, she can't talk, so don't be a fucking asshole to her like you were to me." She whispered.
"Oh, hi Kate!" You cheerfully say to her. As you sat down next to her. She was a very pretty girl despite her current glum expression. You could feel the limo start driving away from your house.
She faintly smiled and waved at you.
"So, where's that lunch you promised me?" You inquired.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Mimi took a massive platter with pasta in a very thick, creamy sauce out of a neatly kept compartment in the limo. "Eat up, skinny boy! Mimi made this for you."
You wrapped some strands and took a greedy bite. "Jesus Christ, this is fucking amazing!" You say to the tiny chef.
Mimi smiled, feeling accomplished. "Mimi knew our new master would love it!"
"Damn right I do!"
After making small talk for about half and hour, Mimi began her duty to explain her your new responsibilities as head of the estate. However, you were much, much more affixed on the pasta.
"... And you'll need to write letters to your late uncle's colleagues about- Are you even listening, dumbass?"
"Stfh- What?" You struggled to say with a mouthful of pasta.
Mimi rubbed her eyes and shook her head. "Now would be a good time for the contract."
"Mmmh- what contract?" You said with a full mouth again.
"It just says that you're responsible for the property and paying taxes and we're responsible for your services like cleaning, entertainment, and food." Mimi took out a giant briefcase about as tall as herself and took out the mammoth contract.
"Is this the sort of contract I should be reading?"
"If you want."
You tried reading the first few sentances. It was about as comprehensible as any mysterious contract. It might as well be written in medieval Norse. "Fuck that!" You said, skipping to the last page and signing your name next to the maid's names.
"Excellent..." Mimi said with a grin as she put the document away.
*******
Thirty minutes later
"Are we there yet?" You ask.
"You asked that five times already!" Your feisty chef replied
"Well are we?"
"No! We're an hour away!"
You looked around the limo, searching for something to pass the time. But then: *growl*
"What the hell was that?" Mimi asked.
"That was me." You said sheepishly.
"You're still hungry?"
"A little..." You replied with a smile.
"Well why the hell didn't you ask?" Mimi said while pulling a chocolate pound cake out of another storage compartment.
You took a bite out of the second of Mimi's creations. "Holy shit, this is is phenomenal!" You say, astonished.
"Hehe... Oh stop it, you." Your pudgy chef gleefully teased.
You use a knife and fork to eat the cake like it was a regular meal. Kate and Mimi observed closely.
*******
After around 20 minutes, half the cake remained but you leaned back in your cushy seat and was stuffed beyond belief. You rubbed your belly in satisfaction. "I've never had a meal that *urp* good before."
"I bet you can't finish the rest of the cake, skinny boy."
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