Chapter 0303


    We all turn, and that’s when I see it: Mr. Thompson at the forefront of arge group of people in


    uniforms. They’re carrying boxes of decorations, buckets of cleaning supplies, and all sorts of things


    that I can’t even recognize.


    “Abby!” Mr. Thompson exims, holding his arms out as he approaches. “Good morning!”


    “Er—Good morning, Mr. Thompson,” I say as I take in the sudden racket and spike in activity. “You’re


    —”


    “I know I’m early,” he says, shing me a grin. “But I knew you’d be here already. My team is just going


    to get started on the cleaning and decorating.”


    “Thank god,” Chloe huffs. “We tried telling her that she didn’t need to worry about it, but she’s been


    running around nonstop all morning. We were worried she was gonna hurt herself.”


    Mr. Thompson shoots me a sympathetic look. “Is that true?”


    I sigh, realizing that I have no choice but to tell the truth, and I nod. “Yeah. I’ve been a bit of a wreck.”


    He stops beside me, draping his arm around my shoulders and giving me a friendly squeeze. “Well,


    we’re here now,” he says. “And my team is the best of the best. They’ll have this ce fit for an Alpha


    party in no time.”


    I offer a nervous smile in return. “Thanks, Mr. Thompson. It’s just... I’m not used to letting others handle


    everything like this. It feels weird.”


    “I know it’s not easy, Abby,” he reassures me. “But you don’t need to worry about anything except


    cooking.”


    I take a deep breath, trying to quell my anxiety. He’s right; my passion lies in cooking, and that’s where


    I should channel my energy; not only to make history catering this Alpha party, but also to prove to


    people—mainly Logan—that I am capable, and I am passionate.


    “You’re right, Mr. Thompson. I’ll make sure the food is amazing.”


    Mr. Thompson nods, then reaches into his briefcase and hands me a menu. “Speaking of which, here’s


    the menu for tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what youe up with.”


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    I take the menu and nce through it, my eyes widening as I see some of the ingredients listed.


    They’re expensive and luxurious, not something I usually have in stock.


    “Mr. Thompson, I’m not sure if I can afford—”


    “Don’t worry, Abby,” Mr. Thompson interrupts with a grin. “Follow me.”


    Huge crates of the most exquisite ingredients fill the truck, from rare spices to the freshest seafood and


    the finest cuts of meat. It’s a chef’s dreame true.


    Mr. Thompson chuckles. “Consider it a gift, Abby. We want the Alpha party to be a true celebration of


    your talent, and we spared no expense to make sure you have the best ingredients at your disposal.”


    He pats me on the back with a smile. “You deserve it, Abby. Now, go back inside and focus on your


    preparations. Tomorrow is going to be a day to remember.”