Chapter Seven: Hurdles

Casse had overseen the preparation of each meal at least twice and had worked and re-worked the ingredients needed and prep time of each dish to fit with the amounts being cooked and served. She had done this before. The staff she was working with had done this before. The kitchen they were working in was meant for this workload. Casse hated every second of it.

She wanted to be the one chopping and prepping. She needed to do more than smell what the pots were cooking. She also didn’t want to handicap the man who was really doing a wonderful job at deciphering her made-up kitchen language, being patient as she helicoptered out at the edges and even considerate enough as to remind one of his many helpers to refill her glass of water, when her sighing go to be too much.