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said.
“Focus on your work and stop flirting.”
Tyson nodded and went back to work. I felt my face burn hot. Was Tyson flirting with me? If he asked me out would I say yes? He was lean and tall with darkly tanned skinned. He was pretty cute and he had an amazing smile. Not to mention the fact that he was the only guy in the kitchen who was nice to me.
If he asked me out, I would say yes. If nothing else it would drive Moreau crazy. I looked up at him. Moreau was watching me.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked. He didn’t seem angry, only curious.
“Nothing. I’m just happy to be back to work,” I lied.
“Today’s a big day. We’ve got a food critic coming in. He’s a blogger,” he said with disdain, “but he has a huge following. Gwen is bending over backwards to please him.”
At the mention of her name, I stood up straighter.
“She’s convinced people will be lining up around the block to get in here if he gives us a good review,” Moreau continued.
“Will Gwen be here today?” I asked.
Moreau looked confused by my question. “I don’t know. Why?”
“You’re enough to handle as it is. Adding her to the kitchen will only add to the stress. We don’t need two bosses in here yelling at everyone.”
Moreau raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t my place to tell him how to run his business. And it definitely wasn’t my job to tell one of the investors to stay out of the kitchen. If she could hear me now, she’d probably demand I be fired.
“Thanks for the advice,” he said drily. “I’ll be sure to tell Gwen to stay away- oh wait, no one tells Gwen what to do. If she wants to show up and shut us down again, she can. This is her restaurant.”
“I thought it was your restaurant?”
Moreau looked around like he’d rather not be having this conversation in the middle of the kitchen where everyone could hear.
“I’m the captain, but she owns the ship. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
Gwen was the investor. Moreau took her money and made the restaurant a hit, but he could only do that if he had complete control. Gwen didn’t seem eager to give him total authority over the place. I wondered if the restaurant was in trouble.
“Moreau, is this blogger’s approval really that important? I mean, I’m sure he’ll love our food, but does it really matter?”
“Of course it matters. Every good review helps.”
“Do we need help? Are we in trouble financially?”
“Of course not. Now get back to work. I want everything perfect for this asshole. I don’t want to hear a single complaint from him.”
A chorus of, “Yes, chef,” echoed from behind me. This was going to be a long day.
Moreau
Was Roche out of her mind? Why the hell was she asking me if the restaurant was in financial straits in front of the whole kitchen? Doesn’t she understand how poisonous thoughts like that are? Once it gets into people’s heads that we’re in trouble they’ll start to panic. Their work will suffer, the dishes will suck, the customers will flee and then we’ll really be in trouble.
In truth, our restaurant was still in the red. We never had an empty table during lunch or dinner services, but running a restaurant of this caliber is expensive and Gwen is greedy. She wants to squeeze every penny she can out of this place. Restaurants bleed money in the first six months to a year of being open. It takes time to establish a customer base, pay off all the debts incurred getting the place operational and more.
I didn’t need Roche spreading rumors that we were in trouble. If word got out into the public, they’d assume it was because our food was bad. They’d stay away and then we were really fucked.
Roche was new. She didn’t understand how restaurants live and die based on their reputations. She had to be more careful with her words. Luckily, the rest of my team is more experienced. They’d never blurt something like that out. They’re a superstitious lot.
“Focus on your work and stop flirting.”
Tyson nodded and went back to work. I felt my face burn hot. Was Tyson flirting with me? If he asked me out would I say yes? He was lean and tall with darkly tanned skinned. He was pretty cute and he had an amazing smile. Not to mention the fact that he was the only guy in the kitchen who was nice to me.
If he asked me out, I would say yes. If nothing else it would drive Moreau crazy. I looked up at him. Moreau was watching me.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked. He didn’t seem angry, only curious.
“Nothing. I’m just happy to be back to work,” I lied.
“Today’s a big day. We’ve got a food critic coming in. He’s a blogger,” he said with disdain, “but he has a huge following. Gwen is bending over backwards to please him.”
At the mention of her name, I stood up straighter.
“She’s convinced people will be lining up around the block to get in here if he gives us a good review,” Moreau continued.
“Will Gwen be here today?” I asked.
Moreau looked confused by my question. “I don’t know. Why?”
“You’re enough to handle as it is. Adding her to the kitchen will only add to the stress. We don’t need two bosses in here yelling at everyone.”
Moreau raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t my place to tell him how to run his business. And it definitely wasn’t my job to tell one of the investors to stay out of the kitchen. If she could hear me now, she’d probably demand I be fired.
“Thanks for the advice,” he said drily. “I’ll be sure to tell Gwen to stay away- oh wait, no one tells Gwen what to do. If she wants to show up and shut us down again, she can. This is her restaurant.”
“I thought it was your restaurant?”
Moreau looked around like he’d rather not be having this conversation in the middle of the kitchen where everyone could hear.
“I’m the captain, but she owns the ship. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
Gwen was the investor. Moreau took her money and made the restaurant a hit, but he could only do that if he had complete control. Gwen didn’t seem eager to give him total authority over the place. I wondered if the restaurant was in trouble.
“Moreau, is this blogger’s approval really that important? I mean, I’m sure he’ll love our food, but does it really matter?”
“Of course it matters. Every good review helps.”
“Do we need help? Are we in trouble financially?”
“Of course not. Now get back to work. I want everything perfect for this asshole. I don’t want to hear a single complaint from him.”
A chorus of, “Yes, chef,” echoed from behind me. This was going to be a long day.
Moreau
Was Roche out of her mind? Why the hell was she asking me if the restaurant was in financial straits in front of the whole kitchen? Doesn’t she understand how poisonous thoughts like that are? Once it gets into people’s heads that we’re in trouble they’ll start to panic. Their work will suffer, the dishes will suck, the customers will flee and then we’ll really be in trouble.
In truth, our restaurant was still in the red. We never had an empty table during lunch or dinner services, but running a restaurant of this caliber is expensive and Gwen is greedy. She wants to squeeze every penny she can out of this place. Restaurants bleed money in the first six months to a year of being open. It takes time to establish a customer base, pay off all the debts incurred getting the place operational and more.
I didn’t need Roche spreading rumors that we were in trouble. If word got out into the public, they’d assume it was because our food was bad. They’d stay away and then we were really fucked.
Roche was new. She didn’t understand how restaurants live and die based on their reputations. She had to be more careful with her words. Luckily, the rest of my team is more experienced. They’d never blurt something like that out. They’re a superstitious lot.
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