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The news hit Emily like a physical blow. The head chef, Chef Antoine, was gone. No warning, no farewell dinner, just a simple notice posted on the staff board. She stood frozen, the clatter of the kitchen fading into a distant echo. The aroma of garlic and spices, usually so comforting, now seemed to mock her. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes.

Emily turned slowly, her gaze sweeping over the stainless-steel counters, the gleaming ovens, the organized chaos that had always been Chef Antoine's domain. Her hands shook as she reached out to steady herself against a nearby counter. Every memory and lesson they shared crashed in on her at once. It was as if her foundation had been torn away.