Gemotions

The scathing words of the critic felt like a faint irritation. Chef Emilia, impeccably dressed as always, had already dismissed them. She was, after all, the one who controlled the destiny of her food.

She ran a hand down her silk dress. The restaurant was at capacity.

She smiled and waved to her staff. They knew. She knew. They had something the critic would never possess – passion. They had the truth. She looked out at the bustling dining room, each face alight with pleasure. He thought he could hurt her?

She had more important things to think about, like what dish she would design next.