Chapter Three
“It doesn't surprise me at all that Paul is a player,” Jenny insists. It is Saturday, and the two of us are taking a break between the lunch and dinner rushes at the restaurant. As Paul warned, I've already had a long weekend and it's only half over. This is the first chance to tell Jenny about the conversation I overheard in the restroom.
We sit at a small bistro table in the café down the street from Fission. We'd both agreed we needed a break from Robbs, Paul, and Fission in general.
“It's absolutely disgusting,” I tell her. “I feel so awkward working with Claire after hearing how she got her job.”
“Does it appear like she knows what she's doing? I can't imagine Paul would put a bad chef in his kitchen, even if she's good in bed.”
“She seems perfectly capable,” I repl
