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    Chapter 1
     
     
    Shelby Winters pulls her long, black braid over her shoulder as she listens, walking behind her new boss. He’s a fat man, thick and wide from his years of running kitchens and not running himself.
     
    “The oven.” He says, running his palm over the warm steel. “You don’t need to worry about it, actually. Don’t touch it. I am the only one to touch it.”
     
    “Okay.” She says, nodding quickly. This wasn’t her first kitchen and if the past has thought her anything it’s to never fight with a head chef.
     
    “Back there is the dish area.” He says, pointing toward the back of the kitchen.
     
      They walk across the shining, white laminate flooring, past racks of sparkling white china to the dish sink over by the back entrance.
     
    “Do not put your dishes on the floor.” He says, raising his pointed finger up to a stainless steel counter. “Dishes will only go here.”
     
    “Got it.” She nods, her green eyes searching over the dish racks. “I’ll be working prep though, right?”
     
    “Ahh, yes.” He says, squeezing past her to walk back into the middle of the kitchen. “Right here.”
     
      Shelby smooths her hand over the surface of the stainless steel counter, the ice cold a feeling she’s missed since she came back from abroad.
     
    “Prep here.” The chef says, tapping the counter before taking two steps to the left and resting his fingers against a stainless steel latch. “And everything you need will be in here.”
     
      He opens the door, motioning inside the walk in cooler before closing it again.
     
    “Please don’t let the cold air out. People are always letting the cold air out.” He says shaking his head as he walks back to the front of the kitchen, by the oven.
     
    “Everything we’ll be prepping will be on the board by the time you get here at 2 o’clock.” He taps the large white board before walking back over to meet her at the prep table. “Just look over and get to work. Dinner is at 7 every night so we have plenty of time and working at your own pace is no problem, but….” He says, lowing his voice. “This is the private kitchen of Mr. Sergey Yeshevsky, you understand?”
     
      Shelby nods her head, nervously running her fingers through the very end of her braid.
     
    “Work at your pace, but I expect excellence.” He says, standing up as straight as his heavy belly will allow. “ He expects excellence.”
     
    “Yes, of course.” She says, nodding. “I do have restaurant experience.”
     
    “Oh, good. Good.” The fat chef sings. “Forget it!” He lowers his voice once again, clearing his throat. “How many restaurants that you’ve worked in have served a billionaire nightly, hm?”
     
    “Not one.” She whispers, gulping.
     
    “We’re finer than any restaurant there is!” He says, puffing out his chest.
     
    “Yes, sir.” She says, nodding excitedly, her green eyes twinkling.
     
    “Here.” He says, tossing her an apron. “You know how to peel a potato, right?”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 2
     
     
    Shelby stands, shifting her weight from one foot to another, trying to relieve the ache in her arches as she gently peels away the brown potato skins with a small, sharp knife.
     
    “You missed some.” She hears from beside her.
     
      She turns to her left, smiling at the tall skinny man as she watches him wipe his hands on his apron.
     
    “Potato skins will get you fired.” He says, flicking at one of the beige vegetables, watching it roll slightly across the stainless steel counter.
     
    “Because of skins?” She asks, watching the lanky dishwasher nod his head. She looks down, roaming her gaze over the starchy pile. “What skins though?”
     
    “Right here.” He says, picking up a potato and rotating it to show her.
     
    “That?” She says, grabbing the potato out of his hand. “That’s hardly anything. Does it really matter?” She asks as she peels away the sliver of leftover