Chapter 43
The Taste of Submission
Hazel's POV
Out of mind, out of sight. That was my mantra. I hadn't come to this restaurant to play a childish game of chase, catch, or to exchange petty words with my toxic past. Once the security detail had dragged away the corrupt staff members, I resumed my work, letting the drama become background noise.
Walking back into the restaurant's public spaces, I continued my inspection, this time focusing on the VIP rooms—the Bronze, the Silver, and the exclusive Gold tier I'd almost served earlier. I needed to understand the nuances of the business, how different each level was in terms of service, presentation, and perceived value. I scrutinized everything from the quality of the glassware to the temperature of the air conditioning. I continued my low-key inspection until I was finally satisfied, having filled three pages of my secure notepad with observations, complaints, and immediate actionable steps. It was time to call it a day.
