KateI stood on the pavement for thirty seconds after the car drove away.The Ashford building was behind me. The board meeting was held. The thirty-day stabilization clock was running. I had seven hours of work ahead of me and no time to waste on any of it.I crossed the street.The Morrison's Elite entrance was unlocked. A construction worker coming out held the door without looking at who was coming in and I walked through before I had fully decided I was doing this.The dining room was empty. Linen tablecloths. Crystal. The French ranges were visible through the kitchen pass.Everything I had heard about in the industry press was true. The space was extraordinary. I recognized the design philosophy immediately, the same instinct for warmth and precision that had made Morrison's Manhattan one of the best rooms in the city.Alex had built something real.That made it worse.I walked through the dining room to the kitchen entrance and pushed through the pass door.Three line cooks at
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