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Dad spotted them first and called out to me. I stepped outside and stood at the entrance, looking at the three of them. Uncle Malcolm cleared his throat and lowered his head. "Mitch, all these years, I know… I haven't exactly done right by you. But, looking back, you've been with me since you were a kid, and I wasn't always bad to you. Right now, times are hard for your uncle."Could you... find it in you to give me a hand? I can do the grunt work, run errands, and do whatever's needed. When the business takes off, I won't ask for much… just a little something will do..." Dad stood beside me in silence. I looked up and met his eyes calmly. "Uncle Malcolm, when you slapped eight thousand dollars down on the table in front of us, did you ever imagine that this day would come?" Uncle Malcolm parted his lips, but I continued, "You once took my dad's hand and wouldn't let him speak. You blew smoke in my face and told us to know our place. So, what I'm trying to say is... Oceantis isn
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Right at that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly pointed at me. "Hold on, I know you! Aren't you the head chef who used to run the kitchen at that scandal-ridden restaurant down the street? I'm a regular there. I know you were the one running the kitchen back then!" The moment those words fell, the surrounding crowd erupted into a loud buzz. "Are you serious?""Are you talking about the one behind today's massive food poisoning outbreak? So, their chef left and started his own venture?""I literally just came from covering that restaurant. No wonder the customers there were complaining that the food tasted completely different. Turns out, they switched chefs!"The crowd buzzed with excitement, their voices overlapping. Then, more and more people shifted their attention to Oceantis' sign. Several people were practically bursting at the seams to get a glimpse inside. "Can we go in to take a look? Can we get a table? I, too, want a taste! The head chef himself is behind the li
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I was caught off guard. I tapped on the news article, and inside, Uncle Malcolm's restaurant's name was written there in black and white. The attached photos showed several ambulances parked at their entrance, with flashing lights illuminating a few patrons clutching their stomachs as they were lifted onto stretchers. Standing off to the side were Uncle Malcolm and Maxwell, their faces completely drained of color. The comment section had already exploded. "Holy crap! Isn't this restaurant number one on the Must-Eat List? How could something like this happen?""I literally ate there last month… Thank God I'm fine….""I heard it was because the kitchen was unhygienic! The seafood wasn't fresh! Someone apparently got diarrhea so bad that they were severely dehydrated!""How is a place like this even allowed to stay open? Hurry up and shut it down!"My brows knitted together as a bad feeling settled into my gut. Maxwell had said that he had a plan. Could it be that he had forced th
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Dad and I were captured on camera verifying our supplies. The backdrop was clearly Mr. Long's massive, ten-thousand-square-foot seafood warehouse. The massive facility housed hundreds of sprawling water tanks arranged in perfect order, all teeming with plump, vibrant seafood. Every single catch was premium quality. I slipped my phone back into my pocket. "The moment I selected my supplier, I notified Mr. Henderson. He was fully aware of the caliber of our ingredients from day one. Not only was he incredibly satisfied, but he actually added another 45 grand to the menu budget. "In other words, all my procurement funds came from Mr. Henderson. So, when you claim I'm serving garbage, are you implying that Mr. Henderson doesn't know his seafood?" Uncle Malcolm's face lost all its color. He clearly hadn't expected me to secure a seafood supplier in such an impossibly short window of time. Beside himself with anger, Dad's hands were visibly trembling. "Malcolm, I always looked up to
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Melanie instantly collapsed onto the ground. Dressed in her elegant gown, she was left eating dust as the luxury cars sped off. "No way… This can't be happening!"Uncle Malcolm was also so enraged that he kicked Maxwell hard in the thigh. "Why didn't you keep a closer eye on Mitchell that day, you useless piece of trash? How could you not even know he was opening a restaurant? Didn't you tell me Mr. Henderson was definitely going to come to our restaurant? "Well, look at us now! My seafood! My money! What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Maxwell yelped and clutched his leg, looking utterly pathetic.…Mr. Henderson's fleet soon pulled up to Oceantis. He stepped out of the car, looked at the massive storefront, and nodded in approval. He then turned around and extended his hand to me. "Congratulations, Mr. Caldwell!"I shook his hand. "Welcome, Mr. Henderson! Please, come on in."He led his massive entourage inside, and all of them took their seats, filling all 12 round table
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"Mitchell?" Uncle Malcolm was utterly dumbfounded, rooted to the spot. "How could it possibly be him? When did he even open a restaurant?"One of the onlookers shot him a look. "Aren't you his uncle? How do you not know?""Exactly. He took over that prime corner lot on East Street! It's his grand opening today.""The place is absolutely buzzing right now!" "If it weren't for the fact that he's hosting VIPs on his first day, I'd absolutely love to go over to grab a bite!"As soon as those words sank in, Uncle Malcolm began to tremble. He fished out his phone and FaceTimed Dad. The call connected almost instantly. Dad's screen erupted with the deafening crash of drums and cymbals, the crackle of firecrackers, and a chorus of raucous cheers. The atmosphere over there was absolutely electric. Uncle Malcolm froze for a second before bellowing, "Michael Caldwell, get your ass back to my restaurant right now!"Dad smiled. "Can't you see? My restaurant, Oceantis, is having its grand
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