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The commercial on the television, advertising "Chef Antoine's Beef Bourguignon," made Elias want to smash something. The voiceover gushed about the "centuries-old family recipe," a blatant lie. Elias' grandfather was a chef, and that recipe had been in his family for generations. He knew the secrets; the exact wine, the herbs, everything.

He flicked off the television, the sudden silence amplifying the thrumming in his ears. He hated the thought of that charlatan, Antoine, enjoying the fame and fortune that rightly belonged to him. He found himself pacing. He imagined confronting the man, letting him know the truth.

He clenched his fists, the blood rushing to his knuckles. He could feel it in his veins, in his head, in his soul. Something had to be done.