The Chef's Revenge on the Greedy Owner

When my paycheck finally hit, I checked it three times. My twenty-thousand-dollar monthly salary had been slashed to a measly twelve hundred.

I stormed into Lydia Blackwood's office, the owner of the hotel, demanding an explanation.

She was busy eating a bowl of rice soaked in the broth I'd spent eight hours simmering. She didn't even look up.

"Five hundred dollars a sip for tasting the broth," she said. "You drank exactly eighteen thousand eight hundred dollars worth."

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