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?"

Said I had 'potential,' or whatever. Figured it's more than

I'm sure they could

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nothing I've ever seen. It's massive, a cathedral of stainless steel and pristine white walls, humming with

rich and meaty simmering

says with a small smile. "Gus likes only the best of

is called the cottage. Who do all these chefs cook for? What do

idea to turn this into an event place, and tourism. Make it self-sufficient and a training venue too." "That makes a

my black outfit, tattoos, and piercings. I feel like a sore thumb in this world of crisp whites

envelope in my hand. I'm not sure what I expect to happen here, but at least I'll know if this letter can

tone polite but firm. "This is my sister, Cass Nolan. She's had experience in kitchens and she's looking for a job locally." "No. I don't take

work here. She has a letter of recommendation. I want you to look over it and see if it's any help.

leads to resentment," he says, barely giving

in, my voice steady despite the knot in my stomach.

unimpressed. "Did you, now? Let's see it

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

QUMS

else has seen this?" he asks, his voice suddenly

one," I reply, frowning.

doesn't answer. Instead, he walks briskly to a 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

the 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've just claimed to know a

at Winona, who looks just as confused as

returns, his demeanor entirely different.

I worked for Chef

lets out a