Ember
It had been four days since the interview. The weekend was approaching. I had heard nothing back from anyone. My eyes kept drifting to the slip of paper on the table — Carter’s number. Should I call him? No. Better to wait and let them reach out first. Calling too soon could make me sound desperate, and with men like them, desperate would come across as weak. I had been researching other restaurants in the area to apply to, just in case, though I really wanted to work at Moonlight.
Something about it called to me. I was never one to believe in destiny, but if I did, I just knew that Moonlight was it. I would lead that high-class restaurant as a top chef, commanding my own kitchen. I was a natural leader — something that had come easily to me once I trained Ryder’s chefs.
The doubt
