Susan Langley could only be thankful that this was just a rehearsal. If an unexpected situation like this happened on the day of the actual poisoning, she felt like she could just die.
'I've made up my mind,' she decided. 'On the day I use the poison, I absolutely will not make a single extra soup, no matter how much those two ungrateful brats love it.'
Shirley Thorne paused just as she was about to drink her soup, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. But trusting the big boss, she pulled her hand back from the bowl and pouted, "It's just one bowl!"
Ethan Grant frowned. "No. You'll get an upset stomach."
He meant it.
Shirley Thorne was a soup enthusiast. She had used his name to trick Susan Langley into making quite a few different soups, so this spread was a dream come true for her.
Shirley Thorne pouted, displeased. A mischievous little spark ignited within her.
'If I'm unhappy, then nobody gets to be happy!'
