Gourmet Food Supplier Novels & Stories

"She looked shaken. Everyone noticed." Maison Verdier. The European distributor I had called from my Manhattan penthouse. Nineteen years supplying Ashford Culinary Group with the premium ingredients that made their flagship restaurants what they were. Gone in thirty days. Kate would be on the phone right now. Calling every alternative supplier she could reach. Discovering that the ones with sufficient scale and quality were either at capacity or had recently adjusted their contract terms to levels her margins could not absorb. Because I had made sure of that in advance.

It’s fucking killing me, okay. “I could offer menu services online, you know create tailor made menus for the week, or a month and offer a service where the boxes arrive to them packed with healthy, nutritional products. It’s going to take some setting up, but I already know a lot of suppliers and it wouldn’t take me long to network and visit others in the areas I want to target.” He has his head cocked but does have a grin on his face, that cheesy, goofy one that makes him look so damn adorable and shows off his cute dimple.

I pondered as I had reached the working room and began to sit behind my desk. After that, I start focusing my mind on the tender held by my company. It was clearly appeared on my laptop's screen. With the tender diagram progress, I could see that many medium-size companies and start-up businesses were offering various types of food ingredients. Since my company was handling frozen food, dairy products, and ready-to-eat meals, I highlighted the potential suppliers I intended to have coordination with. "DRTT..DRRTT.." The buzzing caused by the cellphone was apprehended by my hearing senses. Eagerly, I grabbed the flat thing and answered the call. "Yeah, what is it, Albus?" I inquired while I n

I asked, setting my pen ready to write on the iPad notepad. He smiled, like he had been waiting for that moment. "We have a wide range of cooking oils, baking supplies, and spices. All our products are of the highest quality, and I'm confident that they'll meet your restaurant's standards." I listened intently, asking questions where necessary and jotting down points. Mr. Zeke seemed business-oriented and knowledgeable about his products, and I found myself becoming more interested in what he had to offer; his obnoxious behavior earlier had been completely forgotten.

"Those are for you and you alone. If you need anything else, please ask Cherie. She's the one who has been building the desert menu since our last baker left." Instead of pressing him further, I nodded. I was comfortable in my abilities—over 500 years of experience would do that for you—but I was still scared shitless on my first day anywhere. I randomly picked a few and looked at them. Oh my god, they were all high-end goods imported from Orene. These cheeses, butter, and eggs were all specially flown over from Forda and Seland. Also, the fruits… entirely imported from Moreg. I groaned at the thought of what I could prepare.

I needed to get ready now. I made my way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator in search of something to eat. The shelves were stocked with gourmet items such as fresh fruits, imported cheeses, neatly packed sushi trays, and a bottle of Dom Pérignon chilling in the corner. I grabbed a small tub of truffle pasta and a fork, leaning against the counter as I ate in silence. The rich, creamy taste melted on my tongue, a stark contrast to the pit growing in my stomach.

He had been watching her for seven days. Sitting on the counter, right next to Aria’s cash register, was a pristine white paper bag. It bore the elegant, minimalist logo of a high-end French bistro located downtown. A private courier had delivered it twenty minutes ago. Inside was a container of roasted salmon, quinoa, and a bottle of fresh pressed juice. It was the third meal Damian had ordered for her today. He had sent a hot breakfast to her apartment at dawn. He had ordered this lunch to the bookstore. She knew a dinner delivery would arrive at the diner tonight.

And so, we’ve done parts of them, the hall is bustling with life as Several Exotic food are placed on thousands of Tables. Yes, Thousands, and I’m not exaggerating! Tristian company is the Top one Food company around the world so it’s no surprise that we commands crowd. Right now, I’m standing elegantly on the podium, Addressing the vast Audience. And before I proceed, I pass the Audience one finale look - then my eyes caught him.

However, he reluctantly nodded under everyone's expectant gazes. At that moment, the manager of Gourmet Haven led the staff to serve an exquisite meal. It was so sumptuous that it left everyone in awe. Jamie was the first to notice the unusuality. "Is this not what we ordered?" "Mr. Gibson ordered us to serve the meal as a welcome gift. We use the finest ingredients in our restaurant. It's limited to only one serving per day. We hope you all enjoy it." Before leaving, the manager emphasized, "Mr. Gibson has paid for the bill. Please enjoy."

The entirety of my staff moved with tight shoulders, exchanging nervous glances, and Kate was already making her way toward me the moment she spotted me. Not a good sign. “We have a problem.” She said in a low voice, falling into step beside me as I made my way toward the kitchen. “Of course we do.” I exhaled, my gut feeling, once again, never wrong. “How bad?” Kate hesitated just long enough for my stomach to tighten. “Our supplier didn’t deliver the shipment today. No call, no explanation.” I halted. “Which shipment?” She gave me a look. “The one with the imported wines. The ones we specially curated for tonight’s menu.”