Timmy paced back and forth around his desk, debating whether he should tell his boss about the last cooking lesson, especially after everything that had happened today. With all the news his boss had just learned, he wondered if Samuel was still in the mood for it.
Samuel noticed his assistant's nervousness and called out, "What is it? Just tell me."
Timmy cleared his throat and answered carefully, "Sir, your last cooking lesson is set to start in about 20 minutes. Are you planning to attend?"
"It's already the last one?" Samuel asked.
"Yes, sir. Your instructor said he's taught you everything he knows. He doesn't have anything else left to teach you. Today's recipe will be the final one."
Without hesitation, Samuel stood up from his chair and started walking toward the office door. "I'll attend," he said firmly.
Timmy quickly followed behind.
