Vengeance From The Past

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takes me back to our cramped kitchen in Guadalajara - mamá humming old love songs, flipping t

han comfort. Still, that familiar scent calmed my nerves. Just for a second, it made me fo

esting. I wiped my hands on a clean towel and glanced at the

espite the cool air,every possible wors

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Isabella's voice floated

ft smile on her lips. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose bun, a

g her a quick smile. "Just need to

e sweating bullets if it were me hand

I admitted with a laugh

l of garnishes. "Here, use some of this

ched out and took it

atching me stir the sauce. "You're seriously amazing, Camila. Ever

sing in my face. "Stop it," I muttered, shaking my h

lways been kind, always supportive, even when other chefs threw side-eyes at how quickly I'd clim

I th

center. I spooned the red wine reduction carefully, adding the risotto n

ssed by, giving

perfect. That ta

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me. I'd heard it before, maybe in passin

said, rolling in t

st thudded so hard it almost hurt,I swore

I hope he

the bite to his mouth, and chewed-once, twice. T

ed as if he were pu

pped t

oice thundered across

MADE

er turned to look. Forks wer

, stuttering, "S-sir, wha

ry. "I asked who made this pathetic excuse f

od drain from

looked towar

. "Did you prepar

counter. My hands were trembling, but I

there a proble

ace. There was no warmth, no

ne dipped it in expired cream

sped. I stared at

s fresh," I said, my voice firm. "Maybe you're

the sound of surprise

between seriousness and laugh

darkly. "You're lucky I didn'

off my apron and walk out. But

d, without warning, flung

he red, white, and green splattered

e, then turned and walked ou

to fists. I turned to Isabella,she couldn't seem to t

the recipe. Everyth

se, Camila. It must be... I don'

I checked everything. I

ing wa

later, the

d line that connected the d

s tu

hef picked

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ly, his gaze l

ground had vanishe

said sharply.

of his desk, conf

d?" I asked,

paper onto the de

with shaking ha

hef, I swear, I tasted the sauce.

Castillo. You understan

d. "I-no,

one review," the Head Chef snapped. "And yo

's not possible. I double

ing Mr. Leon

ng something'

en blink. "Y

at him.

our ID. You'll find your terminat

d out from under me. "But-Chef, I

ble," he said coldly. "I don't have tim