Anthony walked into the hotel kitchen. He didn’t know what had led him there, he had this nagging desire to be there. But standing inside with steaming spots and frying pans he felt slightly stupid, because there was nothing to see. The kitchen was a flurry of movement as the kitchen staff prepared food for the guests. There was nothing out of the ordinary. And there was no reason for him to be there. Anthony turned and walked out the double doors. Maybe he needed to take a break because he was turning into a control freak.
The hotel was running smoothly and was a success, he could take a breather, go out and have some fun. He hasn’t given himself time to even sit still and think in a while because his mind wondered to places he didn’t want to go. Work was the only thing that seemed to b
