Rich Girl Threw Money at a Black Waitress — Never Expected She Was Actually Her Long-Lost Sister
Chapter 4
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"Why did you leave, Loretta?""Your mother came to my apartment with a check and a man in a suit. She said if I stayed, she'd make sure the baby had nothing and no one. I tore up the check. And I left anyway, because I believed her.""My mother wouldn't— Let me handle it.""You asked your mother where I went. She said she didn't know. And you believed her. Don't tell Naomi. Not yet. She just got a father. Don't give her that grandmother in the same week.""Did someone in this house hire a lawyer to call a diner called Rosie's?""Grant, I asked you to protect this family, not to threaten waitresses.""Mrs. Hale, I—""It won't happen again.""Naomi and I did a second test at a clinic she chose. She's my daughter.""Then she's family.""You told me to—""I said it won't happen again. He knows about the test. Fine. Let her into the house. He'll come.""I didn't say anything. For the cobbler. We're opening a new location on Fulton in the spring. I need a general manager.""No.""You haven't heard the—""I've never managed anything bigger than a lunch shift. You'd be giving me a title because of a test.""Then what do you want?""The truck pays for gas and groceries. It doesn't pay for that. Do you have a line cook opening at the flagship?""A line cook?""Same pay as everybody. Under a chef who doesn't care whose daughter I am. You started in the kitchen. So will I.""Done.""Jasmine gets a job on the floor. And I keep the truck on weekends.""Done. And whoever in your house called Rosie...""It's handled. It won't happen again.""So you're the boss's daughter.""I'm the new line cook.""Line cooks here start on prep. Boss's daughter washes greens.""Yes, chef.""Family meal in ten, and table four is already asking for—""Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Hi, Kennedy.""Dad didn't say you'd be here.""He didn't say you would.""Who made this?""Me, chef.""Saturday's dessert special is yours. Prep list, order sheet, plating.""Yes, chef.""Don't make me look stupid.""Grant, give Kennedy temporary access to purchasing. She's helping with the gala.""Mrs. Hale, after last time...""I'll set it up tonight.""I hear the critic from the Tribune is coming Saturday.""How do you even hear these things?""50 years in this business. And Otis gave the dessert special to your sister.""She's not my sister.""Your father seems to think she is. Well, let's see how she does without him.""Where's the rest?""That's the order.""Chef, four pounds? I ordered forty!""That's not what I wrote.""It's what the system says you wrote.""I can call the farm.""At 5:00 on a Saturday? Chef, table nine, the Tribune's here. Kill the special.""Give me 15 minutes.""For what? You've got four pounds of fruit!""I don't need the fruit. I need the crust.""15, then it's dead.""Chef, table nine wants the chef. The pepper in the crust... whose idea was that?""Hers.""My mother's.""Then tell your mother it worked. Gala's in three weeks. 30 years. Daisy Okafor's coming. She's deciding whether to put money into us. I want Carter on dessert.""Your kitchen, chef.""Heads up: Okafor's got a peanut allergy. Bad one. Whole brigade knows by tomorrow."