“Daisy!” he bellowed, not pausing on his way to his office. “My office.” Daisy didn’t move. “No.” Ian stopped walking. She took off her apron. Her hands, Max noticed, were shaking. Ian turned. “Did you hear me, Daisy?” “Yes, I heard.” She threw the apron on the floor. The kitchen, usually loud, became very quiet. The chefs focused on their food, the commis kept their eyes on their stations. Only Danny, pausing from mopping the floor, gawked unashamedly. “In that case,” Ian said, “you’re fired.” Daisy wore a look on her face that Max had never seen before. Contempt. “You’ll regret that,” she
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