Ivy sat in her office, her desk strewn with files, her laptop open to a page filled with menus and ingredient lists.
She had spent the past two weeks searching for a replacement chef for her restaurant, but the process had been grueling.
Most applicants didn't meet her high standards, and a few hadn't even shown up for their interviews. The frustration was starting to get to her.
But today was different. Finally, someone had applied, and her secretary, Selena, had assured her that this candidate seemed promising, seeing as he had proven his culinary skills in the kitchen.
Ivy glanced at the clock—there were still ten minutes until the scheduled oral interview.
To pass the time, she picked up her phone and decided to call Emma.
"Hey, Em," Ivy greeted when Emma picked up. "How's everything going on your end?"
"I'm alright," Emma replied, and Ivy frowned when she heard the weariness in Emma's voice.
