The next morning, she strode into La Bistro Noir with a slight headache, already anticipating what was going to happen. This was the worst part of her job, worse than having to fire someone.
The small restaurant was already bustling with activity, deliveries being made and sorted; junior cook staff busy chopping vegetables and filling the bins, readying for the lunchtime rush. They looked up briefly as she entered, then returned to their work in silence.
They knew what was coming.
She made her way to the small office, letting them wait.
A few minutes later, she stuck her head out and said, in as calm a voice as she could manage, "William? Can I see you for a minute?"
The sous-chef went pale for a minute before nodding, putting down his knife.
Dom didn"t say anything until the young m
