Chapter Thirteen
Clive made sure his chef’s hat was on straight, then swept up the last finished tray of treats and carried them out into the reception himself.
Only after he stepped out did he double-check that Linda wasn’t about to barrel into him or trip him up again. No sign of her and no Thor.
He turned for the main body of the room.
Everyone went out of their way to take another Pocky treat off the tray as he worked his way forward. The compliments flew thick and fast but he barely heard them, though he made sure to nod and smile as seemed appropriate.
The First Lady made a point of stopping him and complimenting him on the success. “They swept every tray clean before they touched anything else,” she told him. “Of course, it was chocolate, so I was an easy sell and have eaten en
