CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE – THE MASTER CHEF

Isabella nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now, let's begin with a deep clean of this kitchen. Top to bottom, every surface, every utensil. I want to be able to eat off the floor when you're done." As the staff scrambled to comply, Jasmine approached Isabella. "Chef Rossi, I just wanted to thank you again for-" Isabella held up a hand, cutting her off. "Ms. Delacroix, with all due respect, I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to fix your kitchen. For the next week, I suggest you stay out of my way and let me do my job." Jasmine blinked, taken aback by Isabella's brusque manner. But she nodded, respecting the chef's methods. "Of course. I'll leave you to it." As Jasmine retreated to her office, she could hear Isabella's voice ringing out in the kitchen, issuing orders and critiques. She just hoped this 'Kitchen Whisperer' could live up to her reputation. Over the next few days, Isabella ran the kitchen with military precision. She implemented new systems for inventory management, revised