Gemotions

“Overpriced,” the critic had written, the accusation stinging Chef Anya. She marched through the dining room, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the polished floor. Each table was meticulously set, each detail a reflection of her unwavering standards. She stopped at the critic’s table and, though her face was an impassive mask, she took immense satisfaction in watching them devour their food. She'd spent years perfecting her craft, and she wouldn’t compromise for anyone, even if it was at the expense of her own sanity.