“Let me be clear,” I said when the room fell silent. “You will address me as Chef Maddox every single time. We are not on a first-name basis. And if you ever make a comment like that to me or any other member of this staff again, I will personally walk you out of this building. I don’t know what kind of boys club you worked at before, but that shit doesn’t fly in my kitchen. Have I made myself clear?” “Yeah, sure,” he stammered. “Yes, Chef,” I corrected.
