Monday is a hard day. That’s putting it mildly.Without a head chef, work hadn’t just become difficult—it had become unbearable. Because of that, Viktor Ivanovich drained every last ounce of energy out of me. I had to review a mountain of applications for the vacant position, and only after inviting five candidates for interviews did I manage to calm our hot-tempered director down.
But the trouble didn’t end there.
Closer to lunchtime, his daughter showed up, and the entire staff visibly darkened in mood. Elizaveta Viktorovna was the goddess of scandals. As far as I could remember, not a single one of her visits had ever ended peacefully. I found her deeply unpleasant, so I quickly hid in my office and buried myself in reports.
But as they say—you can’t hide from trouble.
There was a kn
