Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

448 A Letter to Impress

(Cass)

Henry's little giggles fill the room as I kneel on the floor, arms wide open. "Come here, you big guy!" I say, trying to keep my voice steady, but damn, my throat feels tight seeing how much he's grown.

He crawls over, with his big grin. He remembers me, and that makes me feel good. I know it's only been a few months but he's only an infant.

I scoop him up, hugging him close as his baby scent fills my nose. It's like a mix of milk and sunshine, and it nearly wrecks me.

"Look at you, Henry," I whisper. "You're so big now."

He grabs my hair with his tiny hands, giggling. His face is brighter than I remember, more expressive. It's like I've missed a lifetime in just a few months.

Winona leans back, crossing her arms. "So, what's your plan now that you're here?"

I shrug, leaning against the couch. "Find work. Maybe I'll need a car when I get work. I have this." I pull out the envelope Thierry gave me and place it on the table.

"What's that?" Winona asks, picking it up but not opening it.

"A letter from the last chef I worked for. He said it'd help me get a job."

Winona looks at me skeptically, turning the envelope in her hands. "Cass, no offense, but wasn't this guy from some tiny village pub?"

"Yeah."

"So, how much pull do you think his letter will have?"

but he seemed confident. Said I had 'potential,' or whatever. Figured

estate are top-tier. I'm sure they could use some help in the meantime. Test the letter out." "I don't want charity, but it's

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kitchen is like nothing I've ever seen. It's massive, a cathedral of stainless steel and pristine

the oven, something rich and meaty simmering

let this place intimidate you," she says with a small

I see why your place is called the cottage. Who do all these chefs cook for? What do they do all

to turn this into an event place, and tourism. Make it self-sufficient and a

outfit, tattoos, and piercings. I feel like a sore thumb in this world of crisp whites and polished perfection. "Just be yourself," she says, nudging

sure what I expect to happen here, but at least I'll

introduces, her tone polite but firm. "This is my sister, Cass Nolan. She's had experience in kitchens and she's looking for

of recommendation. I want you

to resentment," he says, barely

in, my voice steady despite the knot in

unimpressed. "Did you, now? Let's

expression remains neutral as he scans the page, but then, something shifts His eyes widen slightly, and his grip

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else has seen this?" he asks,

one," I

group of chefs huddled near the far counter. "You all need to see this," he says, holding the letter up like it's some sort of

massive kitchen atmosphere changes entirely. One of the chefs-a woman with silver hair, actually gasps with her hand over her mouth. "You worked for him?" she asks, looking at me like

I glance at Winona, who looks just

returns, his demeanor entirely

I worked for Chef Thierry. Who's

out a short laugh,