Chapter 4
I forced a smile, though my eyes remained cold. “Mrs. Peterson, that’s not very nice. If you want to do business here, it’s better to
compete fairly. Spreading rumors behind my back isn’t the way to go.”
Once I exposed her, Mrs. Peterson stopped pretending. “What do you mean I’m spreading rumors? I’m just telling the truth.
Sarah, her kitchen isn’t even properly licensed. If something goes wrong, you’ll have no recourse. We’re a legitimate business
cooking for children–do you think we’d risk serving unsafe food?”
I sneered. “Whether you would or not, only you know. A $2.50 meal with meat every day? Any decent cook would tell you that
meat shouldn’t smell quite so… interesting.”
“You little bitch, you have no right to say that. I’ll make you regret this!”
Her anger flared, and she lunged at me.
But before she could get to me, one of the employees stepped in and stopped her.
Once Mrs. Peterson calmed down, Sarah smiled and said to her, “Our company really likes Miss Haber’s cooking. We have no
plans to change, so please, you can leave now.”
But Mrs. Peterson wasn’t giving up. “Sarah, don’t be fooled. Sure, you like her food now, but who knows what she’s putting in it
to make it so addictive?”
“I’ll swear on my family’s life that I’ve never added anything suspicious,” I challenged. “Would you make the same oath about
your food?”
Of course, Mrs Peterson wouldn’t dare make such a vow. She muttered a few more insults under her breath, but Sarah stood her
ground.
“That’s enough. We’re keeping Sarah as our caterer. You’re disrupting our workplace. Leave now, or I’ll call security.”
At the mention of security, Mrs Peterson’s face darkened. Reluctantly, she turned and walked away.
