Chapter 6

The afternoon lull was the only time the kitchen breathed. The lunch service had ended, the dinner prep was just beginning, and the chaotic energy of the line simmered down to a low, manageable hum.

At the far end of the kitchen, Aria Sterling was staging a photoshoot. She had demanded

Chapter 7

The climate-controlled wine cellar was the only truly quiet place left in the new flagship restaurant. Down here, surrounded by thousands of bottles of vintage Bordeaux, Barolo, and Chablis resting in their custom mahogany cradles, the frantic, echoing shouts of the upstairs kitchen were

Chapter 8

The Périgord black truffle is a temperamental, unforgiving ingredient. It cannot be bullied into tasting good, and it certainly cannot be sourced from a generic corporate catalog if one expects to maintain a Michelin-starred standard. For the past three years, Sloane had personally manage