“No hard feelings,” Anton adds. “Besides, you gave me the fire I needed. Every kitchen needs a little heat,

oui?”

The evening rush is in full swing, and I’m feeling that exhilarating mix of adrenaline and contentment that

comes from seeing the restaurant function like a well-oiled machine. The clinking of silverware, the

murmur of customers, and the sizzle from the kitchen—it’s all music to my ears.

I’m busy updating the specials on our chalkboard when Daisy rushes over, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“Abby, there’s a guy here. Says he’s a journalist? He wants to talk to you.”

My gut clenches.”A journalist? Now? Why?”

Enter title…

just as confused as I feel. “I don’t know, but he’s asking some really

I didn’t know what to

breath, I put down the chalk and head to the front of

flipping through a notepad.

before I even have the chance

Kohler. I’m with the

me. What can I do for

the interior of my restaurant, the pristine table settings,

lighting. It feels like he’s trying to see through the walls, and I’m not sure if

gotten out that you’ve hired a homeless person as a chef in your

comment?”

his eyes are predatory. Suddenly, all of this

he’s been an

qualified for the job.”

scribbles something in his notebook, not breaking eye

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