Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 54: Cookoff?!
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“This… Isn’t a prank, right?”

Even as I utter those words, I feel like an idiot. But I can’t help myself; I just can’t wrap my head around

this whole situation. My little restaurant was chosen as one of four finalists for the Alpha gathering out

of all of the amazing restaurants in the city?

The rich timbre of Calvin’s chuckle fills the room. “A prank? No, ma’am, this is as real as it gets. But, I’d

advise you not to pop the champagne just yet.”

I raise an eyebrow, my heart still pounding hard. “Why’s that?”

“The selection process requires a cook-off,” he explains. “Each of the four chosen restaurants will

compete to showcase their culinary prowess. Based on this, we’ll decide which establishment will have

the honor of catering for the Alpha gathering. It will be quite rigorous.”

The gravity of the competition he’s describing does little to dampen my excitement. This is an incredible

opportunity, and even just being considered feels like a massive win. “So, what you’re saying is that

there’s a chance, even if it’s one in four?”

“Exactly. And considering the caliber of dishes you serve here, I’d say you stand a good chance.”

Calvin’s smile is enigmatic, but it’s clear he’s not just trying to flatter me. “If you accept our offer to

participate, I’ll make sure all the details and requirements are sent to you ASAP.”

A whirlwind of thoughts race through my mind. The dishes I’d prepare, the strategies I’d employ, the

possible reactions of the judges. But even amidst this rush, the answer is clear.

“Of course I accept,” I say, my voice firm and decisive.

“Excellent. I believed you would,” Calvin nods, pulling out a sleek card from his pocket and placing it on

my desk. “This is my direct contact. Should you have any questions or need clarification, don’t hesitate

to reach out.”

I take the card, the cool, smooth texture a stark contrast to the warmth of my fingers. “Thank you, Mr.

Thompson. I won’t let you down.”

“I’m counting on it.” With that, he rises, the action smooth and full

the more

weight of what’s just transpired hits

suddenly feels too silent, too still. I gently shut the door

face with

escapes my

just an opportunity. It’s a validation of every sacrifice I’ve made,

every ounce of passion I’ve poured into this establishment. Winning this

just garner business. It would be the realization of a dream, a testament to the

for the culinary arts.

spoken in the same breath as the city’s elites,

the credibility—the

the recognition. Every chef, every restaurateur dreams of being

This

road ahead is uncertain, even though the competition will

way of

overcame, was leading up to

high, yes. But

burst into the bar area. Ethan and Chloe are engaged in

their smiles. But

bar counter,

believe what just happened in my office!”

sheer excitement makes it difficult to

an expression of curiosity while Chloe’s eyes widen. “What

recount my meeting with Calvin. “We’ve been

going

elation bubbling within

to pure shock. “Are you serious?” Ethan gasps,

for any sign

shared excitement. “Oh my Go d,

warmth of her hug only adds to the fuzzy happiness that

me.

so proud of you!” she gushes, pulling away but holding my shoulders

though she’s seeing me

playful tw inkle in his eye. “Do I

a hug, his lanky frame

chest. Pulling back, I add, “I’m going to need all hands on deck. This

change everything for us!”

step of the way,” Ethan promises, his tone sincere. “Whatever you

dishes and muted conversation from the

of a

I spot Karl, clad in his bandana and

from the loud