Chapter 10
"Chef…Chef!"
I blinked rapidly as my head chef, Dupont sat across from me, his eyes locked on me as I clearly spaced off and didn’t hear anything he said.
I cleared my throat and straightened in my seat. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"
Dupont held out the paper in his hand. "We were going over the menu for the Johnson wedding. The bride wanted to replace the steak with lamb along with a few other menu changes. Wanted to get your okay to make sure we can accommodate?"
I nodded, accepting the paper and looking over the newly requested menu items. This particular bride had changed her mind once already,afterwe had already put in orders for the ingredients. But I remembered how important the menu was atmy wedding and how I fussed over every last detail while Dri just laughed and said we could do a buffet. I gasped at the thought. She was in stitches at my reaction.
I smiled to myself at the memory as my eyes roamed over the paper. "Tell the Johnson's we're happy to make the revisions this onefinaltime. If there are any other changes, we won’t be able to accommodate." I handed him back the paper.
"Yes, Chef." He nodded accepting it.
I sighed and leaned back folding my hands across my stomach. "Let's run a special on ribeye this week since they don’t want it. I don't want it to pile up."
"Yes, Chef." Dupont nodded again. He studied my face carefully. "Pardon the intrusion but you seem…off today."
I let out a slow breath, nodding in agreement. "I am. Tired."
Dupont nodded. "If you wanna head out, Chef I have everything under control. I'll call you if we need you."
I paused for a minute thinking it over. I was off. And tired. Gianna's confession has disrupted my whole week and for some reason I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. That was a lie…I knew the reason. I liked her. I was interested in getting to know the pretty woman who seemed full of surprises in more ways than one.
"Yeah…maybe I will head out," I mumbled. "You sure you got everything?"
Dupont nodded. "Of course, Chef. You have nothing to worry about. Go out and enjoy your day."
Letting out another breath I stood. "I think I will."
Dupont nodded and stood as well. I grabbed my keys and phone and headed out. It was still early afternoon, the sun high in the sky. Melo was at school and my little sister was picking him up later for me. I shot her text to let her know I would be picking him up myself. I still had a few hours to go so I decidedto pay Boogie a quick visit. I needed some brotherly counsel and who better to give it to me than a lawyer.
Boogie was a senior partner at a law firm. No one would ever guess that a man like him had one of the best legal minds in Vegas. He was probably face deep in some legal brief, but I needed to get this shit off my chest.
His secretary, Misha—a pretty, almond-skinned woman with braids, greeted me with that soft smile. "Remy, hi. It's so good to see you again."
I returned the smile. "You too, Misha. Is my boy available? I know I should've called. If he's busy, don't worry about it."
She waved me off good-naturedly. "You know he'll drop everything for you. He's actually free at the moment. Having lunch. You can head on in."
I tapped the desk lightly. "Thanks, Mish."
I made my way to the Boogie's office. Huge. All glass. He was looking down, a big ass salad in front of him as his eyes scanned a folder when I stepped in slowly. Boogie looked up and smiled that big ole smile he was known for when he noticed me.
"Rem, what's good bruh." He stood to greet me. We dapped and pulled each other into a hug. He stepped back, eyes searching mine in concern. "Something wrong?"
"Something gotta be wrong for me to pull up on my best friend?" I smirked.
"No. But in the middle of the lunch rush, I have some concerns."
I never could hide anything from him. I exhaled. "Actually, there is something I was hoping to run by you, bruh."
"Say no more." He gestured his head towards the plush leather chair in front of his black desk.
I sat down; one leg crossed across the other.
"You could've brought me dessert or something, frat," he smiled playfully. "An offering of sorts for my sage advice."
