Chapter 15
Chapter 15
The ticket printer in the flagship kitchen of *Vance* did not stop. It bled white paper in a continuous, mocking stream, piling up on the stainless steel counter like a snowdrift of impending doom.
"Fire table four! Where is the wagyu?" Julian Vance screamed, his voice cracking violent
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