Chapter 1 - The Bowl That Changed Everything
The entire kitchen went silent when Beatrice Dubois threw a bowl of boiling saffron-orange bouillabaisse directly into my face.
For one second, I couldn't see.
The broth burned across my cheeks, slid into my eyes, soaked my hair, and disappeared beneath the collar of my white chef's jacket. Some of it splattered across the stainless-steel counter and the floor.
Someone gasped.
Someone else whispered my name.
Beatrice didn't apologize.
She stood in front of me holding the empty porcelain bowl, her pearl necklace perfectly still against her black blazer.
“This is what I think of your pathetic attempt at French cuisine!”
I slowly opened my eyes.
The pain was sharp, but I refused to give it the satisfaction of becoming tears.
I wiped a drop of broth from beneath my eye.
“You threw boiling food at an employee.”
Beatrice's expression hardened.
“You're lucky I don't fire you for incompetence.”
I said nothing.
Instead, I untied my soup-drenched apron.
I folded it carefully and placed it beside my knife roll.
Beatrice frowned.
“Photograph this,” I said.
The young pastry chef closest to me froze.
“My face. My jacket. And the floor.”
He slowly pulled out his phone.
The camera flashed.
Beatrice's confidence disappeared for the first time.
“You are fired!” she snapped. “Get out of my kitchen!”
I turned toward the dishwasher holding a mop.
“Don't clean that yet. Wait until the health inspector arrives.”
The mop stopped in midair.
Beatrice went pale.
I picked up my knife roll and walked toward the exit.
Behind me, nobody spoke.
Outside, the cold alley air struck my burned skin.
I leaned against the brick wall and pulled out my phone.
My hands were trembling.
Not from fear.
From anger.
I called the only person who knew why I had taken this job.
“Marco…”
I closed my eyes.
“I need you to listen before you do anything.”
There was a pause.
Then I heard his voice.
“What happened?”
I looked back at the kitchen door.
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“Beatrice just gave us the evidence we needed.”
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