“No, when you suck your own dick that way.”
My jaw dropped open. I sputtered with rage. “What the hell is your problem?”
He rose from his chair and stalked over to me. “My problem is that you come in here looking for an ‘atta girl’ and a pat on the back. And when you don’t get it, you have the nerve to compliment yourself on my behalf.”
My chest burned with embarrassment. What an asshole. “But I thought my food was fine. I didn’t have to redo any of it.”
He waved away my statement. “Yes, you met the bare minimum standards of this restaurant. And for that, you expect me to congratulate you? You want me to hand you some kind of award for that? Is that what you learned in culinary school? Cook something and get a trophy? This is the real world, little girl. You don’t win a prize for showing up. You win for being the best, which, you are not.”
My whole body shook from a mixture of anger and humiliation. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
It was like he didn’t even hear me. “And on top of that, you move far too slow. If you decide to come back tomorrow, I expect you to pick up the pace. That will be all, Miss Foster.”
Before I could say anything else, he shut the door in my face.
I made it back to my car before tears stung my eyes. That bastard. What right did he have to make me feel like this? I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d cried, and he had me sobbing like a child.
And for what? Because I tried to see my value in his eyes? Then he suggests that I might not even come back tomorrow. Like I can’t handle myself in the kitchen. Like I wasn’t good enough to be here.
A whirlwind of emotions whipped my insides. I needed to get it all out before it tore me up. I slammed my fists against the steering wheel and screamed.
I slumped back in my seat, feeling empty and deflated. The scream had helped, surprisingly, but it hadn’t solved my problems.
I had no idea how I was going to get through this, but I knew one thing.
I would be back tomorrow.
You’ll eat my ass alright asshole.
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Amber is my HOT new chef - and all I want to do is take her out back and show her just how "HARD" of a boss I really am.
I've only cared about three things in the world:
My daughter.
My restaurant.
And bulldozing any *sshole that gets in
my way.
That was it for me - until I hired Amber Foster as my newest chef.
HOT would be an understatement. She's a spitfire and she's got more balls than all the men in my kitchen combined.
I want to flip her over easy and scramble her until she screams my name.
Today's special? Sausage with a side of Grade A beef.
She's got serious talent but she needs my direction. I just hope I can keep my di*k in my pants long enough to show her the ropes.
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