POV: Brigail
The hours passed by rather smoothly for Brigail. She took what Tara had told her to heart. She kept her head down and kept to herself, while Selah and Marco Alfonso hashed out the menu.
Marco Alfonso, from what Brigail had gathered from Terry and Holly, was a very prominent figure in the food business.
It was a little over 2 PM. Brigail had just taken a short break and was back in her station working on the task Selah gave her when she had that nagging feeling she was being watched.
She whipped her head around and found Marco Alfonso studying her closely while leaning on the table with his arms folded across his chest.
"Can I help you with somethin', chef?" Brigail asked, keeping her voice professional.
"What's your name?" he asked without preamble as he walked over to h
