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?"

not much, but he seemed confident. Said I

top-tier. I'm sure they could use some help in the meantime. Test

***

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

from the oven, something rich and meaty simmering away, and the sharp, clean scent of freshly

me. "Don't let this place intimidate you," she says with a small smile. "Gus likes

why your place is called the cottage. Who do

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

feel like a sore thumb in this world of crisp whites and polished

hand. I'm not sure what I expect to happen here, but at least I'll know if

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

of recommendation. I want you to look over it

resentment," he says,

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

an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Did

as he scans the page, but then, something

QUMS

has seen this?" he

I reply,

a group of chefs huddled near the far counter. "You all need

of the chefs-a woman with silver hair, actually gasps with her hand over her mouth. "You worked

looks just as confused as I

demeanor entirely different. "You worked under Henrik

for Chef

out a