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.

sigh, I head to the bar

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

mn thing,” she mutters, her fingers hovering over the register keys. “It’s been acting

evening.”

and start navigating through the system.

life, responding as it should. Chloe

been holding.

thought I’d have to do all the transactions

her a reassuring smile. “Anything else

it. But…” She hesitates, her eyes flickering

night… I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Especially

lean against the counter, crossing my

“I’m your best friend,

I don’t want to see you get hurt again,

echoing the fears I keep buried deep

married Karl once, remember? Learned my lesson the

to happen again.”

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

him hurting you again.”

out, gently squeezing her hand. “I appreciate your concern, Chloe, but I’m

can make my own decisions, and I don’t need to be

of emotions swirling in her eyes, before she

reluctant nod. “I understand.”

say, my

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

is frustrated. This entire

balancing between concern and independence, friendship and

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

to trust me, to trust my judgments and my

Karl’s charms all those years ago, who got lost in a

heart broken. I’ve

all of my friends just see me as a fool who would

that’s bad

sink back down into my office chair, though, a thought comes to mind. A

Karl’s hands on me, the taste of his lips. Our intimacy in

spoken about.

horrible, delicious mistake. And it can’t

kitchen has long since fallen quiet, with the last employees heading home for the night.

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