“He’s going to be the death of me, Mogale, I tell you.” Anthony paced around the large conference room. The large windows poured in light that made it easy to host meetings in the room without switching on the lights.
His brother sat there unmoved by his displeasure with their Head chef. Samuel had gone and hired the Sous chef without his say or approval. They had talked about this – no one hires staff without his approval.
“The kitchen is his domain and you should let him run it as he sees fit. You can’t interfere Anthony,” Mogale said with his calm tone. “He’s doing a good job. Is he not? People love the food here.”
“That’s not the point.” Anthony turned to his brother. A possessive emotion he didn’t understand whirred through him. This was his hotel. “I would like to be able to hav
