But—and this is important—I stay within the boundaries of what she actually wants.

No unnecessary bells and whistles.

No overcomplicated tech nonsense.

Just pure, streamlined efficiency designed to support what she’s already built.

And maybe one or two hacks, just so I can keep an eye on things.

She’ll never notice and it’s for her own good.

Really, it is.

Judging by her business model and menu, what she’s built is a damn good plan—one that hinges on a thriving lunch delivery service to takePizza Girlsto the next level.

So I make sure her system is compatible with every delivery service out there—UberEats, DoorDash, Postmates,you name it.

But I also optimize her in-house delivery because why should some third-party app take a cut of her profits?

Nope. Not on my watch.

And then, because I’m on a roll, I set up a whole separate ordering system for corporate accounts—because trust me, companies love a set-it-and-forget-it approach to feeding their overworked employees.

Speaking of which.

I go ahead and create an account forVanderbilt Systems.

And,oh look, I immediately sign us up for a bi-weekly lunch plan provided exclusively byPizza Girls.

Total coincidence.

Nothing to see here.

The first order? Something Carina has on the menu as a “Hero & Pizza-palooza”, which is exactly what it sounds like—a glorious spread of pizzas and overstuffed hero sandwiches.

The second? The “Appy Salad Bonanza.”

Now, before you ask—no, this isnotsomeweirdly happy salad.

It’s hot appetizers, like gooey mozzarella sticks, crispy chicken fingers, and enough dipping sauces to make anyone question their life choices—all served alongside trays of Caesar and their signature antipasto salads.

And because Vanderbilt already pays for our employees' lunches every day, this isn’t even a blip in our budget.

But it will help my girl out.

Yeah. My girl.

Shit.

Carina isnotmy girl.

Just thinking it makes my Bear growl.

Because let’s be real—I ran straight toward trouble the second I walked into this pizzeria, and now I have a standing order to keep coming back.

No regrets.

Well. Maybe.