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Determined, Teresa decided to offer the chef a high salary to work exclusively for her family, knowing it would be hard for any chef to refuse such an offer.
Linden nodded in agreement. “If we can indeed hire this chef, that woube wonderful. But we’ll have to see if the chef is interested.”
Seeing that Linden was on board with the idea, Teresa turned to the waiter entering the room. “Could you please fetch your manager?”
She was determined to secure this chef as her private cook, regardless of the Somertons‘ presence. To her, bringing this talented chef home was the top priority.
It wasn’t long before Kelly, the manager, arrived.
“Mrs. Grayson, you called for me?”
Teresa inquired, “Is the chef who prepared our meal still in the kitchen?”
Kelly, suddenly nervous and stammering, asked, “Is there an issue with the food?”
She couldn’t understand why there would be; the young chef was known for her excellent cooking and had a significant online following.
Many had been disappointed when the chef stopped taking private orders. Kelly had gone to great lengths to track her down, learning she now delivered exclusively to Sherwood Group.
Teresa waved her hand reassuringly. “No, on the contrary, I loved the food. I want to hire the chef to cook for my family. When will she be available to talk?”
Relieved, Kelly exhaled. “Oh, I see. There are just two more dishes to finish. Once she’s done, I’ll have her come see you.”
Teresa nodded in satisfaction.
Kelly went straight to the kitchen. As she stepped inside, a wave of heat and the sharp scent of chili hit her, causing her to cough and take a step back to the kitchen door.
Peering through the glass, she watched Caroline focused intently on cooking. Kelly couldn’t help but admire her dedication.
The kitchen was a tough environment, especially for a woman who might be more concerned about her skin and appearance.
Meanwhile, Caroline, unaware she was being observed, finished the last dish.
She removed her apron, prepared to collect her pay and leave quickly, hoping to avoid an encounter with the Somertons that might lead to accusations of interfering with Helen and Linden’s relationship.
As she approached the door, she almost bumped into Kelly, who greeted her with a bright smile.
Caroline paused, puzzled. It was unusual for a busy hotel manager to come into the kitchen unless there was
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Could she be here to settle the bill?
That would be surprisingly proactive!
Kelly smiled back. “Ms. Holt, I hope the customers were satisfied with my cooking?”
“Very satisfied!”
Caroline’s smile widened. “Great. I’ve finished my work here, so could I get my payment now?”
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Kelly hesitated then said, “There’s no rush. A guest adored your food and would like to meet you. After you meet her, you can come to the lobby for your payment.”
This arrangement was to ensure Caroline would meet Teresa, protecting Kelly from any backlash from the powerful Graysons if the chef refused to come out.
Caroline’s first thought was that Alaina wanted to see her. Among the Somertons present today, only Alaina had a particularly discerning palate.
Caroline recalled overhearing Alaina complain to her husband, Edwin, about no longer getting Caroline’s cooking and threatening to hire another chef if Edwin couldn’t persuade Caroline to return.
However, it didn’t seem right for a high–end hotel manager like Kelly to cater to Alaina’s demands. The only likely explanation was that the Graysons wanted to see her.
Kelly, noticing Caroline’s hesitation, elaborated, “Actually, the guest is interested in hiring you as their personal chef. They’re one of the wealthiest families in Kingville. This job would be a significant step up from delivering meals.”
This solidified Caroline’s guess. Understanding why Kelly was adamant about meeting the client before payment, Caroline complied and followed the manager’s instructions.
She approached the private dining suite, curiosity about the Somertons‘ reaction upon seeing her mingling with anticipation.
Knocking on the door, she heard a familiar voice from within. “Come in!”
It was the voice of the woman she’d encountered in the restroom–Teresa, no doubt.
