Gemotions

Her hands trembled as she read the scathing critique. "Amateurish plating, a kitchen bereft of passion…” The words blurred, but the venomous tone was crystal clear. It felt like a personal attack. She crumpled the paper, the sound a small explosion of frustration in the quiet restaurant office. She wanted to scream, to throw something, but instead, she just sat there, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, deliberately, she picked up a pen and began a meticulous list. Every mistake, every ingredient, every procedure. She would show them.