Chapter Six
“Jenny, are you sure you're all right?” I ask as we clean our stations after the lunch rush. A week has passed since my supreme f**k up at the prep station, and Jenny has been distant with me ever since.
“I'm fine,” she insists. “I'm just tired. And I'm frustrated that Robbs won this week. It's only Friday afternoon, and I'm already about to choke on all of his smugness.”
“I understand,” I assure her, but I don't think she's being completely honest with me. Something strange is going on at Fission. Paul is still shamelessly flirting with me, but he's softened his attitude toward Robbs. And he's been downright short with Jenny. She came in last in this week's competition, even though her lobster was decadent and my prawns were overcooked.
“I'm a little tired myself,” I tell
