The offices of Sterling & Vance Law Group were a stark contrast to the grease and heat of a commercial kitchen. The air smelled of expensive leather and lemon polish, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of the Chicago skyline.

Clara sat in a plush armchair across from Diane St

Julian Thorne woke up with a pounding headache and a foul taste in his mouth.

He rolled over in his king-sized bed, wincing as the morning sunlight pierced through the sheer curtains of his penthouse apartment. Beside him, Serena Croft was still asleep, her blonde hair splayed perfectly across the

"The problem with Julian's duck breast wasn't the duck," Clara said, pacing in front of a massive glass whiteboard. "It was the cherry reduction. He insisted on using a port wine base because it sounded expensive on the menu. But it overpowered the meat. If we swap the port for a tart black plum and