“What? This again?" Marcus yelled, his frustration boiling over. "Are you a chef, or what? Everything is wrong with this dish, can't you see?""You're a chef, yet all your meals are rubbish. Please, take this out of my sight." He reached for the plate and threw the whole thing at me, not caring whether I got injured or not. "Make me something else immediately, and it better be nice."I stood there, fuming, wanting to fight back as I did the first day I saw him, but I knew it would cost me my job or make things even worse."What are you still doing here, staring at me?" He barked. "Get out and make me something else!"With tears in my eyes, I rushed into the kitchen to prepare another meal for Marcus, trying to hurry to meet the ultimatum he had given me. In my haste, I accidentally cut my finger, and I screamed in pain. I wondered if I would ever be able to please Marcus or if he would continue to taunt me for the rest of my life.