The next day.
Grace went to work with a silk scarf around her neck although it was summer.
She needed to cover her neck. Deep purple hickeys were left on her neck. She was afraid that others would see that.
She prepared the ingredients. When she was crushing them, Mckenzie took Bailee to the restaurant.
Mckenzie said to Grace, "Bailee will work here from today."
Grace looked up and said, "What?"
Mckenzie said, "Our restaurant lacks a maitre. You two will be in charge of the
restaurant together. Help each other and get along well with each other."
Grace said with a smile, "It's an important position."
Hailee kept silent all the time.
Mckenzie didn't say anything else but asked them to go to work.
By contrast, Bailee's workload was much lighter than Grace's.
Although Grace felt dissatisfied, she didn't say anything.
After Grace had prepared the ingredients, she sat in a chair to watch videos played on her laptop as usual.
Hailee was chatting with the employees of the restaurant.
Mckenzie walked in and said, "Grace, you need to prepare more ingredients in the morning. We will open a branch in South Lane. They will get the ingredients from here."
Grace frowned.
'Are you kidding?'
Although the restaurant was the Morgan family's industry, Charlie had never gone to the restaurant, not to mention the kitchen.
Up to now, he even didn't know the chef.
But he thought that it wasn't that tiring.
Grace said angrily," That's easy for you to say. Have a try. You will know if it's tiring or not."
He comforted her gently, "It must be tiring. Now that you say that it's tiring, it must be tiring."
He put his hand around her waist and let her sit on his thighs. He said, "I will take 20 minutes to give you a massage every night.
OK?"
Grace needed to prepare two pots of ingredients. The outsiders wouldn't know how tiring it was.
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