Grace's cheerful disposition was like a glaring sunlight in the middle of the night. I didn't know when she transferred to our department, but when I talked to Mr. Simmons about our itineraries for the day, she was already there with my fellow cooks.
I still couldn't believe that Mr. Simmons had given me close to free reign in the kitchen. He continuously pushed me out of my comfort zone, giving me tasks that challenged me and all that I had learned from practical experience. I was incredibly thankful for the opportunity, but what should have been a productive morning was overshadowed by Grace's presence.
Grace was like a hound that kept on nipping my heels. She was everywhere I went, and all that she talked about was a litany of hollow praises, her principal focus being Keelan.
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