Ember
It had been four days since I had the interview. It was heading into the weekend now. I had heard nothing back from anyone. My eyes went back and forth to the slip of paper on the table. The one with Carter's number on it. Should I call him? No. Better to leave it alone and let them call first. Calling too much could make me sound desperate, and with men such as themselves, desperate would sound weak. I had been researching other restaurants in the area that I could apply for, although I really wanted to work at Moonlight. Something about it called to me. I was never one to believe in destiny, but if I did, I just knew that Moonlight was it. I would lead that high class restraint as a top chef, leading my own chefs into the battle of cooking. I was a natural leader. Something that c
