“On it,” he responds, jogging toward the pantry. He returns a few moments later,

and we swap places.

“Make sure to turn the duck and sear it evenly,” I call out as I begin to mix the

ingredients together to make the dough. “Use the red wine for moisture. Yeah,

just like that, perfect…”

When the buzzer blares, signaling the end of the round, I step back and take a

look at my dish.

It’s beautiful—each element perfectly executed, just like I rehearsed a million

times in my head. The plate practically glows under the stage lights, and I can’t

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surge of pride course through

way around,

I watch as they reach Daniel’s station. He

they taste her creation. My heart pounds

echoing my mounting anxiety.

they come to

gentlemen,” I say, pushing my plate

my rendition of duck pâté en croûte. I incorporated a hint of

pastry, which I believe adds a savory kick in

nods approvingly, her eyes

The second judge, too, gives

Logan—chef extraordinaire

restaurants in the world. His gaze is piercing,

he takes a

out like hours as he chews slowly, deliberately,

then, a small

down his fork. “And you could

The black pepper isn’t hiding

taken a punch to the gut. The judges move on, but

throat collapsing in on

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