Chapter 367

“You said yes to what?” Dayana growled at me.

I’d gone to find her instead of trying to call her up to my office and we were standing in the back service corridors that serviced the ground floor restaurants. She’d been negotiating an argument between one of the Sous Chefs and a delivery driver over produce that should have been delivered six hours earlier and, apparently, was green onions and not leeks.

She’d seen me waiting down the corridor, hovering at an intersection while keeping my distance, and she’d signalled she saw me and then let the two of them have it for acting like children once she’d heard them both out. Then she took about ten minutes to stop and step into the other kitchens along the hallway, and was able to get the delivery of green onions parcelled out between them all while on the phone with the delivery company to organise a rush order of leeks before it would be too late for dinner service, and fixing the order moving forward.

When she’d finally come to meet me she’d blown out a breath, shaking her head, and I’d followed her to one of the back storage rooms. It was public enough that no one would see us and think ‘What are those two doing?’ but also private enough that we could have a conversation with little risk of being overheard. She knew, with me coming down to her instead of texting to meet, it would be potentially sensitive.

I’d told her about Friday, and why it was happening. And she’d pulled an Elaine Benes and shoved me with two hands in the chest as she chastised me.

“I didn’t say yes to anything,” I defended myself, grabbing her wrists for a moment when it looked like she was going to shove me a second time in a row. She smirked and leaned towards me instead, putting her weight into my hands and glaring with her eyes to demand more explanation. “It was already done, and I couldn’t change anything about it.”