THE MAFIA CHEF
By afternoon, I moved into the Bellarico residence.
I was greeted by Gilmore, the chief of staff, who I had met earlier at the private residence, a tall, stern man who looked like he hadn’t smiled in years. He gave me a brief orientation, explaining the house rules and my responsibilities. He also informed me that I would receive a week of training from “Mama Rosa,” the retiring chef, and the oldest staff of the Bellarico’s Empire.
When we entered the kitchen, my jaw almost dropped. It was enormous, a chef’s dream, with sleek countertops, shiny appliances, and a perfectly organized workspace. Everything sparkled as if it were brand new. The staffs stood at attention, and their expressions wa
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