Now I’m sure you all, much like Gloria Vandergast trying to figure out Grant’s threat level, are wondering just how much of a Kitchen Boss Grant truly is.
Well, Grant is the successful owner of three separate diner locations across the city all of which priding themselves in the home felt mentality of serving good food in a friendly setting.
With a tried and tested catalogue of food, Grant’s comfort belonged in quality meals that kept people coming back.
One would be lying if they said Grant hadn’t indulged in his own food just a little over the years too with what could only be quantified as a ‘dad bod’ showcasing said indulgence but his slightly softer figure built into the aesthetic.
Of course Grant’s friendly attitude was almost at odds with the usual group of vicious business people that occupied the title of ‘Kitchen Boss’ but the results couldn’t be ignored.
Things had shifted though since Abi and Grant had taken it personally that his variety wasn’t enough.
It certainly hadn’t helped when it became apparent that Abi wasn’t the only customer jumping ship for some of the more lavish outlets.
That’s where Rebecca had come in.
*****
Absently wiping glasses fresh from the dishwasher, Grant’s mind was elsewhere much like always since he’d set his little scheme in motion.
At least today was the day things came to head and at least Rebecca would be clear of that vile woman.
In hindsight Gloria Vandergast might not have been the wisest decision to go after, her temper tantrums were legendary throughout the industry but Grant had seen opportunity in the constraint.
With so many more cutthroat individuals out there, Grant felt confident in that offering a guise.
“Hey boss, Becs is here” called a member of Grant’s team, a breeze wafting through the kitchen as the back door was held open to allow Rebecca to enter.
“Hey Grant, long time!” called out Rebecca as she strode into the kitchen donning a snug fitted jacket and skirt combo.
“Good to see you” replied Grant, crossing the kitchen and sweeping Rebecca into a bear hug “glad you made it out of there”
“Oh Grant” chuckled Rebecca, embracing Grant in return “she’s got a nasty bark but that’s about it”
Grant allowed himself a relieved chuckle.
“Well true, I still don’t envy you for that length of time”
“You say this but I’ve saved a fortune in food so I kinda have to thank you for that much at least”
Rebecca was 23 years old and had known Grant since Freshman year as a regular hangover fixer and hang out spot for good food and company alike.
Since graduating though fortune had not smiled on the spunky brunette leaving her frequently between jobs and struggling to make ends meet.
In the interest of clarity, Grant had not asked Rebecca to spy on Gloria, rather she had offered to do it after a night of ramblings and ravings in the diner after closing.
And so the deal had been struck with Rebecca entering the lions den with the hopes of securing Grant’s culinary future in the face of ever mounting competition.
By means of payment, Grant had promised a free tab any time Rebecca ate at the diner which served to also ensure the young woman never had to worry about getting a meal.
That said, it seemed her time under Vandergast’s employment had been a period of good feeding for the recent graduate.
As had been the gateway to her finding Grant’s diner, Rebecca had a vicious appetite and the youthful genes to support a student’s life of grease and booze.
Her tenure in espionage however had been weeks of sitting on her arse whilst consuming lavish pastries and indulgent business meeting meals all footed with Gloria’s extravagant menus.
As such her student figure had fallen by the wayside as a well fed globular pot belly sprouted from her hips, leading her figure in a curvaceous silhouette.
Chunky thighs ran out of her tight skirt, a little extra on display where the skirt parted, whilst a modest chest perched atop her rounded belly
All in all Rebecca had clearly sized up in her time away and was considerably more womanly for the pleasure of it.
“So what did you manage to find?” asked Grant almost impatiently.
“So much” cooed Rebecca leaning against a counter “but I am starving Grant, can I get a burger?”
*****
“Ok so...” began Rebecca between mouthfuls of burger, grease dripping from her lips “Gloria has got a huge expansion operation going at the moment, baked goods are really her thing at the moment and where she’s putting all her resources”
“Really?” mused Grant, a little surprised and concerned.
Baking was not his forte.
“Oh yeah, like...mhm, so good...she’s perfected a filled croissant recipe with filling between the layers of pastry which are just divine and...”
Grant’s mind wandered at that point, the word ‘divine’ always reminded him of Abi as foolishly as that may be.
“Hey, you in there?” asked Rebecca as she wiped her hands on a napkin in a strange parody of elegant business woman gorging on greasy food.
“Hmm? Yeah sorry Becs, not been getting much sleep lately”
“Well you need to fix that, gonna need your wits about you if you’re gonna get away with stealing Vandergast’s recipes” smirked Rebecca.
“Stealing her...wait, what did you do Becs?”
“Oh I don’t know, just copied her ENTIRE recipe collection including a draft copy of her new baking book” declared Rebecca proudly as she lent back in her seat causing her bulbous belly to protrude.
“How did you manage that?” asked Grant rather dumb struck that something like that had been pulled off.
“I have my ways but it’s all yours” smiled Rebecca, two pristinely manicured fingers sliding into her cleavage and returning with a discreet thumb drive, sliding it across the table.
“This is crazy, you know that?” Grant said as he picked up the tiny drive and looked intently at it.
“You’re welcome” purred Rebecca “besides, you offered me a free ticket so I knew I had to bring the goods”
“You know I wouldn’t let you go hungry regardless” remarked Grant, his customer loyalty kicking in despite the gravity of the situation.
“And you will remember that I’m not going to mooch of you for nothing” replied Rebecca, swiping up her coke glass and gently sipping at the edge of the glass, a red lipstick mark left where lips had once been.
“Well either way, you know you’re welcome whenever you wish”
“I shall hold you to that” smirked Rebecca, hand resting gently on her rounded belly “besides, you’ll need a taste tester if I’m not mistaken”
“This is true” smiled Grant as he made a movement to step out of the booth “Rebecca...thank you”
“Don’t mention it, I’ve actually enjoyed it” replied Rebecca with a pretty smile, green eyes shining as she spoke.
Giving a shirt wave behind him, Grant made his way back to the kitchen with the thumb drive clutched tightly in his hand as a mix of emotions swirled through his head.
‘Time to kick start a new era’ thought the chef as he reached for he kitchen door.
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