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Chapter Hundred - Twenty One
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The morning air carried the crisp bite of autumn when Sienna stepped outside. Dew still clung to the hedges lining the academy courtyard, and the stone path glittered faintly under the rising sun. She tugged her cardigan closer around her shoulders, savoring the silence. Few students were awake at this hour; most of them were still tangled in their bedsheets, the halls quiet except for the faint hum of the cleaning staff at work.Her shoes tapped softly against the stones as she walked a slow circuit of the grounds. These walks had become a habit for her, a way to settle her thoughts before the day truly began. She let her eyes trace the line of the old fountain in the center, water spilling over its moss-darkened rim, and thought back to the competition.The applause, the deductions, Marco’s stare.She should have felt robbed. One mark had changed everything. And yet, a calm certainty had settled over her. Winning hadn’t mattered as much as doing the right thing. Helping Omar had fel
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Hundred - Twenty Three
The room stilled as the last of the plates were cleared away. Every pair of eyes rested on the head chef standing at the front, his clipboard tucked under one arm, glasses slipping down his nose. The air smelled faintly of caramelized sugar, seared herbs, and nerves—the aftermath of a long, heated competition.“Results are in,” he finally announced, his voice deep and steady, the kind that carried authority. The scrape of a chair leg echoed across the tiled floor as someone shifted.Sienna stood with her arms folded loosely across her chest, calm but alert, her apron still faintly smudged with flour. She felt no flutter of fear in her stomach, only the steady hum of anticipation.“First, the breakdown.” The chef’s eyes flicked across the sheet. “Sienna Monroe—Agility: 18. Speed: 16. Presentation: 20. Taste: 22. Tidiness: 13. That makes a total of eighty-nine.”A murmur rippled through the gathered students. Sienna’s chest swelled—not with pride, but with relief. She had poured herself
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Hundred - Twenty Two
The room had stilled into that sharp quiet before a storm, the kind of silence that made every sound—every shuffle, every scratch of pen on paper—feel amplified.Sienna leaned against her workstation, a small square of paper balanced on the counter. She had already jotted down her list in tidy, deliberate handwriting:Salmon fillet. Puff pastry. Spinach. Mushrooms. Butter. Cream. Dill. Egg. Lemon. Garlic. Shallots. Salt. Pepper.The essentials for Salmon en Croûte, nothing more. She had always believed that preparation was half the battle. Around her, students tapped knives against boards, muttered recipe steps under their breath, some staring into space as though replaying tutorials in their heads.In front of her station, Marco spun a knife lazily between his fingers, grinning at nothing in particular. Showboating already. Omar, beside Sienna, wrung her hands and whispered, “I feel sick. Actually sick. What if I forget the pastry? Or the salmon? Or—”“You won’t,” Sienna said, foldin
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Hundred - Twenty One
The ringtone jolted Sienna awake. She blinked into the gray of early morning, fumbling across her bedside table until her hand found the phone.“Omar?” Her voice was still heavy with sleep.On the other end came a breathless rush. “You’re awake! Thank goodness. I’ve been up since four—I swear, I’ve gone over my notes twenty times. Sienna, what if I burn the pastry? What if I forget the sauce? What if—”Sienna pressed a palm over her eyes, stifling the tug of a smile. Omar’s nerves practically crackled through the speaker. “Breathe, Omar.”“I am breathing! Too much, maybe.” A pause, then a huff. “You’re not nervous at all, are you?”“No.” Sienna sat up, sheets pooling around her waist. The truth was she wasn’t. Pressure sharpened her; it always had. She had faced investors, critics, even Adrian at his coldest—what was a cooking contest compared to that? “Meet me in my room before we go. We’ll walk together.”On the other end came a squeak of relief. “You mean it? Okay—yes. I’ll be ther
Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret Chapter Hundred - Twenty
The study was silent except for the faint scratch of pen on paper. Sienna sat with her notes spread across the desk, diagrams of sauces and balance charts sketched with the same care others might give to diary entries. Her focus was sharp, but after an hour of copying, her eyes blurred. She capped her pen and leaned back. The house was hushed; the kind of silence that came only late at night when children had long surrendered to dreams and the world beyond the walls no longer pressed in. Gathering her papers into a neat stack, she rose and padded softly to the bedroom. Adrian was already asleep. The curtains shifted gently from a draft, casting shadows that stretched across the bed. He lay on his side, breathing steady, hair mussed in a way that made him look almost boyish. For a moment she simply stood there, watching. It wasn’t something she allowed herself often—the luxury of stillness where she could admire him without fear of being caught. She slipped under the covers as caref
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The afternoon sun angled through the wide glass panes of the academy’s courtyard, throwing warm light across polished tiles and sleek benches. The school was alive in its own rhythm: clattering knives from an open demo kitchen, bursts of laughter from groups of students still in their aprons, and the rich aroma of espresso drifting from the campus café.Sienna sat beneath the shade of an umbrellaed table, her chef’s jacket folded neatly beside her, an iPad and ipen open in front of her. She had been jotting measurements and techniques from the morning’s lecture — the sort of theoretical work most students skimmed through but she treated like scripture.Across from her, Omar leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading as he explained his latest experiment.“If I can get the emulsification to stabilize at a higher temperature, it won’t just be sauce — it’ll be something that can withstand plating under heat lamps. Chefs always complain about hollandaise splitting during service, but mine
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