Gemotions

“Bland,” the critic had written, “an insult to the palate.” Chef Dimitri stared at the review, his knuckles white. The words were a direct attack, and he was consumed with a desire to make the critic, a man named Bartholomew, regret his harsh words.

Dimitri knew Bartholomew’s favorite restaurant. He had an idea. He opened his own restaurant, directly across the street. He used his skills to craft a meal for Bartholomew that would put him under a spell, but the true brilliance of his scheme would be the timing.

After Bartholomew gave another glowing review, Dimitri would close up shop. The other restaurant would never know why.