Serena's expression completely collapsed. She demanded, "What, you guys kicking me out now?"
"Miss Thompson, that's a bit much," Arnold interjected. Standing beside Claire, though he'd toned down his temper, his voice still carried a trace of defiance.
"You said my food sucks no matter how I cook it. If we switch up the flavors, it'll still taste awful to you. We're just trying to avoid more waste by suggesting another restaurant. We'd never dare chase off a big star like yourself."
Serena burned with anger. "Then switch chefs! A restaurant this big, and you're the only damn cook here?"
Arnold shrugged. "Sorry, Miss Thompson. All the other chefs here trained under me. So if it's my flavor you hate—well, the rest are no different."
He'd made his point. Even if Serena wanted
