The single word came from Mrs. Tanaka, who had appeared in the doorway with a tray. Her tone was gentle but carried the weight of authority earned over years of service.
All four sisters fell silent.
I watched this happen with a mixture of awe and amusement. Four heiresses to a billion-dollar empire, each one capable of reducing grown adults to nervous wrecks, and one housekeeper could silence them with a single word.
Mrs. Tanaka began serving dinner. Plates appeared in front of each of us bearing what looked like some kind of French cuisine. I couldn't identify the specific dish, but it smelled incredible and probably cost more than my average monthly food budget.
"Chef Laurent prepared the salmon tonight," Mrs. Tanaka explained. "With lemon butter sauce and roasted vegetables."
"Thank you, Mrs. Tanaka." Vivienne's tone softened noticeably.
"Yeah, thanks!" Harlow was already picking up her fork.
Cassidy grunted something that might have been gratitude.
