Chapter 18
Sunday Afternoon, December 6th
Muskingum County Convention Center
“How are those mushrooms coming?”
Morgan gave the pan another quick toss then looked over her shoulder at Hannah. “The last batch will be ready in about thirty more seconds, Chef.”
Hannah grinned broadly. “Thank you, Chef.” She looked back down at the plate before her and arranged a spoonful of Brussel sprout halves on it just so then she followed suit with a dozen more plates.
Morgan popped the gas burner off with one hand, took hold of the pan’s handle with the other and turned carefully with it as another of Fournier’s restaurant staffers passed between her and the work table Hannah was on the other side of. “Finished. Where do you want them, Chef?”
“Go ahead and put them right on these fillets. Everythi
