The noise behind me suddenly stopped.
I turned around.
Ethan stood in the doorway.
He was gripping my notebook so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
The smug expression on his face disappeared, replaced by pure shock.
Margaret's mouth hung open.
For a long time, she didn't seem able to close it.
Richard's cup tilted in his hand.
Tea spilled down his pants, soaking the fabric.
He didn't even notice.
I looked at the notebook in Ethan's hands and spoke calmly, "Oh, right. I should give you a little warning. I left out one essential ingredient from those recipes. Without it, the Golden Sashimi will taste overwhelmingly fishy. And The Legendary Beef Wellington will turn bitter. Good luck keeping The York House running tomorrow."
Ethan slammed the notebook onto the floor.
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