He breathed down our necks, like a suit wearing dragon. As much as I tried not to let him intimidate me he was a brooding, dark energy, stifling the kitchen.
Whilst carrying a tray of panacotta I considered 'tripping' and coating Callaghan's fine silk suit in gloopiness. But I didn't fancy making up another batch, and I wanted him to see us as we bloody well were. A well oiled machine suffering from the casualties hed inflicted on us when he sacked two of our team. Staff turnover in the hospitality sector is about as high as it comes, ask any waiter, chamber maid or receptionist in the biz, and we'd had more people in here over my 'tenure' than anywhere else in the hotel.
Working in a kitchen is tough. Leon always says he'd rather head back to the frontline than work his balls off feedin
