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"What are you doing?" Tracey asked as Phil had taken Bronson's place, quickly plating food. "Chef was just dismissed," he stated blankly. "Dismissed?" Rodric wondered from the soup station, glancing over his shoulder. "Dismissed," he repeated hollowly. The night had been horribly similar to what it would have been were the Chef there. Aside from sorely missing the extra set of hands, Phil handled quality control and plating. He was so busy making sure everything was being handled appropriately that he hadn't had much time to think about what had happened. Hell, he'd hardly thought about it at all until the general manager bumbled to the back, standing before him with a stance that was far too timid for Mr. Mars. Normally, he'd be handling his own closing duties, rushing about to m
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