Restaurant Overseer For Short Novels & Stories

“Yes, Mr. Da Costa. Right away, sir!” In less than two minutes, Gabriel already talked with the restaurant owner. “Mr. Da Costa, it’s a surprise! What can we do for you? It’d be a pleasure to serve you.” “I believe you have a server named Rosalind Miller here.” The restaurant owner tilted his head. It was unusual since he thought Gabriel might want to invest or get a special treatment in his restaurant. “I wonder if you want to talk to our manager, sir. He handles all the recruitment and the operation of our restaurant.”

Chapter 01 ** Yummy Restaurant ** " You kids should hurry up, we have to ensure everything is in place, we don't wanna make any mistake at all " The supervisor said to the workers, as he moved around supervising their works. His eyes caught Layla, one of the attendants and winked at her while she looked away immediately. A smirk played on his lips as he walked away. " Can't believe he just addressed us as kids " Lila, one of the waitress hissed and the others chuckled.

“Octavius, that isn’t what I meant. I mean that I don’t have any skill to be involved in the catering industry, you just do your thing.” “Who said that I am skilled in that sector? I don’t know but I definitely know a little. As the boss behind the scenes, your work is to come, look at the dishes been prepared, whether the restaurant's hygiene and so on. Leave the rest to this guy. I employed him for that. You can even come twice a year or a month. However, you want. It doesn’t require you to be here every time,” Octavius explained. “Okay, but still,” Rhiannon still didn’t feel as if she was doing the right thing.

"Hey, newbie. Come here quickly." That voice just made Calista move quickly toward her. "You clean up the table there, the main thing is that the table has to be clean because there are VIP customers who will come." Appoint a woman three years older than her. Calista, who is a restaurant waitress and has only worked for two days at that place, must obey. The one who just ordered her is not the owner of the restaurant, but her senior who is also a waitress there.

Just like me, the servers donned pristine white uniforms, and the tables were adorned with white tablecloths and adorned with fresh flowers. My attention was briefly drawn to a group of men in black suits entering, but I needed to focus on serving the guests promptly. My supervisor, Cristo Christos, approached with a stern expression. I quickly moved towards the oven, pretending to switch it on to avoid appearing as though I were stalling. "Why is it taking so long?!" Cristo's voice came out as a bark, making me flinch and nearly spill the tray's contents on myself. "I-It's ready!" I managed to stutter, avoiding his intense gaze.

Something that had me loathing the surname 'Silvestri' for eternity. "It will happen. And, if they demand me to pay everything back in the near future, I will." I stated all of those things with burning determination in my eyes. Grazie raised her hands to give up convincing me and resumed brewing coffee for our customers. "Agathe, why are you just standing there? The man at table fifteen had been waiting for someone to take his order. Chop chop, girls. This isn't a gossip station." That was our supervisor, Filo, who always loved to take out her frustration on the waitresses in this restaurant.

Two Months Later The restaurant was lively. Guests had been arriving for the past two hours eager for a unique dining experience. The staff was well-trained providing exceptional service despite the rush. They had been drilled in their duties by the restaurant’s manager, a tyrant they didn’t want to offend or disappoint. Even more important was living up to the expectations of the owner who was a sweet and understanding woman…her husband less so. They feared his wrath more than just about anything.

It was a world all its own, bustling and chaotic, yet undeniably beautiful in its order. I am hungry now. "Let me introduce you to the team," the HR manager continued, waving me forward. "These are the sous chefs," she said, gesturing to a row of focused individuals who barely acknowledged me as they meticulously diced vegetables, whisked sauces, and sautéed ingredients. "And over there is the bakery section."

The doors open in thirty minutes, please get ready. I stand up and rush to put on the apron, the cap and wash my hands. I immediately start giving orders to all the kitchen staff, to start preparing everything. I have a Sous Chef, two Partie Chefse, a Sausier Chef, a Chef Potager, a Entremettier Chef, a Boucher Chef, a Poissonnier Chef and two Tournant Chef.

Just… capable. A tall, stern looking man stepped forward. Grey at the temples, posture so perfect it hurt. His voice was velvet and gravel. “I am Mr. Sterling, your butler and household manager. Everything will run through me.” Behind him stood: Mrs. Greaves, the head housekeeper, short and round with a fierce glint in her eye. Chef Ambrose, tall, tatted, with a messy bun and a cocky smirk. He looked more rockstar than culinary master.