POV: BRIGAIL
The days moved fast once Brigail stopped watching the door.
Marco's late-night sessions after service were worth the exhaustion. She had not expected to care about knife technique or mise en place sequencing, but there was something about the way Marco moved through a kitchen, deliberate and unhurried, that made her want to pay attention. Holly was in her element on rounds. Terry, freed from Marco's hawk-eyed observation, turned out to be extraordinary with shellfish.
Brigail didn't tell either of them she was the reason they got on the team.
Pam stopped by mornings to check deliveries and occasionally to needle Brigail, who had started calling her Pepper Potts in retaliation for whatever name Pam had assigned her that day. Fishmonger. Play dough wrestler. Teacher's pet.
