Chapter 103
Abby

My office is silent as I scroll through the new emails that have landed in my inbox. My fingers drum on

the desk, anticipating the one email that I’ve been waiting for the most—the details of the upcoming

cooking competition.

And then, there it is, bolded and marked with high importance: Cook-Off Competition Details.

Taking a deep breath, I click on it.

The email is concise but packed with information. Attached to it is a long list, detailing every possible

dish that might come up during the competition.

My heart rate quickens as I scan the list. Some dishes I recognize, ones I’ve made a thousand times

over in my career, but others are unfamiliar, exotic even, presenting challenges I’ve never faced before.

I won’t know which three dishes I’ll be asked to prepare on the spot. Which means only one thing: I

have to practice all of them. Every single one.

Grabbing a notepad, I jot down a list of ingredients I’ll need for the more exotic dishes, then turn my

attention to the restaurant’s supplier portal, adding item after item to the shopping list. The ingredients

range from the ordinary to the obscure. Each addition of expensive truffles, caviar, and fresh scallops

makes my anxiety spi ke.

How can I perfect so many dishes in such a short time?

Once the orders are placed, I stretch and push back from the desk, glancing at the clock on the wall.

It’s getting late, but there’s no time to waste. Without a second thought, I pull my hair into a messy bun

and prepare to head to the kitchen to get started.

Before I can leave, however, a sudden page over the intercom draws me from my task.

“Abby, can you come up front for a moment? I need help with the register.” It’s Chloe, her voice

strained.

laptop with a sigh, I head to the bar

as she fiddles with the register. “Hey, what’s going on?” I ask, striding

hovering over the register keys. “It’s been

evening.”

start navigating through the system. A few prodded buttons

to life, responding as it should. Chloe releases

been holding.

thought I’d have to do all the transactions

reply, giving her a reassuring smile. “Anything else I

She hesitates, her

the other night… I shouldn’t have snapped at

the counter, crossing my arms. “Chloe, it’s

it’s not,” she insists, her eyes earnest. “I’m your best friend, Abby, and

I don’t want to see you get hurt again, fall into another toxic

sting, echoing the fears I keep buried deep down, but I push them away, offering

remember? Learned my lesson the hard way. It’s

to happen again.”

“but it’s just… you deserve so much better, and I can’t stand the thought

him hurting you again.”

“I appreciate your concern, Chloe, but I’m not a

I don’t need to be monitored

holds my gaze for a beat, a mix of emotions swirling in her eyes, before she gives a

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

I say, my

as I make my way back to my office, Chloe’s words reverberate in my head. A part of

concern, but another part is frustrated. This entire situation, I

tightrope, balancing between concern

this to strain my friendship with Chloe. Our bond means more

trust me, to trust

charms all those years ago, who got lost in a relationship

and got my heart broken. I’ve grown,

feel as though all of my friends just see me as a fool

guy that’s bad for

I sink back down into my office chair, though,

the taste of his lips. Our intimacy in the kitchen, which we

spoken about.

horrible, delicious mistake. And it

quiet, with the last

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255