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Or the dining room.
Eden
Reservations are scaling faster than we anticipated. Word is spreading. We’re currently booked 6 weeks out, and once we open for lunch, I assume those time slots will fill up too.
Walker
There’s only one thing that can change all of that.
Beck
Dear Foodie. Her review drops tomorrow, right?
Colson
Yes, sir.
Walker
I’m ready to start fucking drinking. There’s so much riding on this.
As I lay in bed, the bright morning sunlight filtering in through my blinds, I focused on Walker’s last message. He was right; there was a lot riding on this. And there wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do about it. I couldn’t even tell my family, aside from Eden, that I was torn up over the thought that Sadie could fucking shred us in her review. That she had every right to have an opinion, and it might or might not be in our favor.
I couldn’t ask her to throw me a bone. I wouldn’t put that kind of pressure on her.
So, I was helpless.
And that felt strange as hell.
Eden
We can’t control what happens with Dear Foodie, so let’s not stress about it. Besides, I have a feeling it’s all going to work out.
Eden …
I shook my fucking head.
She wasn’t the positive one out of the group. That was Colson. She had said that because she knew Sadie’s identity, and she knew that Sadie had gotten special treatment, and my sister was hoping that would sweeten things up.
But that didn’t mean shit.
Eden had to know that too.
Walker
What gives you that feeling, Eden?
Eden
My gut—and you guys know that thing never steers me wrong.
Beck
Do we think things have been running well? Smoothly? Have we gotten many complaints? Are we feeling good about operations? Staff? Menu? Food supply?
Walker
Our staff will forever need extra training—that’s true for all our restaurants. I’m pleased with the menu, however, I might tweak certain ingredients and preparations. Food supply—I’ve got that shit mastered.
