Gemotions

He’d almost thrown the phone across the room after reading the review. Chef Ricardo took a deep breath. “Flavorless, lifeless,” the critic had written. He had to move. He had to do something.

He started by cleaning the walk-in cooler, scrubbing the shelves until they gleamed. He examined every piece of produce, discarding anything that wasn't up to his standards. He would ensure only perfection would make it on the plate.

He walked the restaurant, every step measured, his gaze sweeping the floor. He could almost hear the critic’s smug voice again. Ricardo slammed his fist on the table, then calmed himself. He would not fail.