Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

429 Desperate Measures

429 Desperate Measures

(Cass)

"If he speaks English, I'll just go tell him myself. Thank you so much for translating."

The man smiles and nods.

I make my way towards the kitchen door. The waitress steps in front of me, shaking her head.

I smile and pat her arm. "It's okay, this will only take a minute." I step around her and push the door open, stepping around her and into the kitchen.

The place is chaos: steam rising from pans, knives chopping at lightning speed, and a tall, broad-shouldered chef barking orders that sound like gunshots in French.

I know his type, old-school chefs that think abuse and overworking people is how to get the best out of them. But he doesn't intimidate me. I know what I need to do. "Excuse me!" I call out, and the noise screeches to a halt. The chef spins around, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"What the hell you in my kitchen for?" he barks, his accent thick, but his English clear and cutting.

I swallow but hold my ground. "I had your vegetable soup. It was amazing, but I thought a bit more acidity and fresh thyme could really elevate it."

His eyebrows shoot up, and he looks at me like I've grown a second head.

The staff around us freeze, eyes wide with fear. Boy, he must be some tyrant.

don't scare

can barge into my kitchen and tell me how to improve my soup?" he spits out, his voice booming. "This soup

and palates change all the time. Maybe that's why you're stuck in

me out. But then he lets out a bitter laugh. "You have some nerve," he says. "You think you're special because you've got American opinions? You think you do me a

my arms. "But I've worked in kitchens before, and I need some

dirty pots and pans stacked

rolling up my sleeves.

get paid. If you finish.

it be enough to get a train to

1/2

+25 BONUS

But I no think you can keep

"Challenge accepted."

the commercial dishwasher with speed and determination. The water scalds my hands, and food scraps splatter all

it's just me and the endless pile of dishes,

aching, but I keep going until every last thing

last thing I do

eyes widen slightly when he sees

here," he says,

able to keep the

his arms, looking at me with something that might be grudging respect.

sister," I say, keeping it vague. "Family stuff. It's important. But I want to do it alone, you know?"