Chapter Nine - The Tempest Within

The words hit Amelia like a physical blow. She took a step back, her eyes wide with hurt and anger. "I see," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Well, if that's how you feel, perhaps you should have hired a robot instead of a chef. Someone who won't have the audacity to think for themselves." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving a stunned silence in her wake. Amelia found herself in the mansion's expansive gardens, the winter chill biting through her thin chef's whites. She paced furiously, her mind a whirlwind of anger, hurt, and confusion. How had things gone so wrong? She had poured her heart and soul into this job, sacrificing everything – including her beloved bakery – for the opportunity to work in this prestigious household. And now, it seemed like everyone was turning against her. As the adrenaline of the argument faded, doubt began to creep in. Had she been too ambitious? Too focused on making her mark that she'd lost sight of what