Gemotions

The news felt like a punch to the gut. Michael, the lead chef, was being moved to the catering department. He loved the heat, the chaos, the satisfaction of creating dishes. Catering? Mass-produced food was not his forte. He took a deep breath.

He walked into the kitchen, his domain, his comfort zone. The simmering pots, the sharp knives, the bustling cooks—they were a symphony.

The memo on the new menu planning meeting remained unopened on his counter. He had a special planned, and he had to perfect it. It had to be the best dish, something that screamed 'Micheal's Kitchen'. The transfer could wait. He would keep his kitchen.