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CINDY glanced at the time that was digitally displayed in the corner of her laptop screen: 12:45. She had been in Duncan's spare guest room since she had gotten there. Closing her laptop, the girl flung herself back on the bed, her body hitting the soft mattress, and immediately began to sink into it.
The past few hours had been spent researching tattoo ideas. The seventeen year old had a friend that offered to give her a tattoo and she had happily accepted the offer. She wanted something small and the location to be discrete so her mother wouldn't kill her before she graduated. The location had been finalized (her ankle region) but the girl was still torn between what design she wanted.
Deciding that she wanted a change in scenery, Cindy quietly exited the guest room and decided to explore the rest of the penthouse. It was enormous and she felt like it was a mansion stacked on top of an apartment building. The lavish duplex put into perspective just how wealthy Duncan Shepherd was.
Checking the time on her phone, the young girl was surprised to see that thirty minutes had passed. She had become so entranced by the architecture and interior that she had been able to ignore her growling stomach. Giving up on not bothering Duncan so he could work, she began to search her phone. The girl had put his number in her contacts earlier that morning so she found his contact and texted him instead of searching the penthouse for his office.
Cindy: Duncan, I'm starving. 1:17 PM
Duncan: And? You're seventeen. You should know how to cook or order food. 1:19 PM
Cindy: I didn't want to use your kitchen or order something to your home without asking permission. 1:20 PM
Duncan: I appreciate that, sweetheart. You may use my kitchen but please clean up after yourself. 1:23 PM
Once Cindy received permission from Duncan to use his kitchen, she scavenged the large room for materials. She had received cooking lessons from some of the world's top chefs a few years back when she went through a stage of loving cooking shows. Her favorite was anything with Gordon Ramsey in it.
After acquiring the utensils and ingredients she needed, the teenager got to work making quesadillas. Deciding to make lunch for Duncan as well, it took her a little longer to finish then planned. By the time she had the food on two plates, her stomach had begun to audibly express her hunger. Rolling her eyes at the sounds, she texted Duncan again.
Cindy: I made you lunch. Where's your office? 2:01 PM
Duncan: Upstairs, first door on your left. 2:07 PM
