CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Dinner service that night was not going well. Mistakes kept being made, and when a burger was sent out with onions a second time, Jocelyn lost her temper.
“Can we have some quality control around here?” she burst out. She zeroed in on Kelly, who had been the one tasked to double-check the burger. “Come with me.”
Kelly made a face but eventually followed Jocelyn. With her arms crossed and her expression smug, Kelly just made Jocelyn’s anger worsen.
“What will it take to get you to care about your job?” said Jocelyn.
“What do you mean? I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Just being physically present doesn’t count. Don’t you care about the food you’re serving to customers? Because it seems like you don’t give a s**t about this job or becoming an actual chef.”
“You’re always har
