Chapter 12

The heavy metal door slammed shut with a definitive, echoing thud, cutting off the suffocating atmosphere of the kitchen.

Sloane stood on the concrete loading dock, the cool evening air washing over her face. The alley smelled of damp brick, diesel exhaust from the delivery trucks, and

Chapter 13

The dining room of *Vance & Sterling* was a symphony of manufactured perfection.

Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the fifty hand-carved mahogany tables. The air smelled faintly of beeswax, expensive perfume, and the promise of culinary greatness. In the center of the r

Chapter 14

Julian stood in the locker room for what felt like an eternity, the neon-pink highlighted text burning itself into his retinas from where the document lay on the floor.

He couldn't serve her food. Legally, it was suicide.

But practically? If he didn't serve food tonight, his career w