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While meeting the Head Chef would be neat, if he isn't too busy to even watch the kitchen in case five random chucklefucks burst in, you doubt he'll be much use right now. Though you can probably get the other chefs to bend to your will. Turns out, offering overworked service workers that does wonder for earning connections.
You grab the shoulder of one of the many chefs rushing past you. Or well, you thought it was a chef, but it was that scarred waitress from earlier. She's carrying a tray filled to the brim with disgustingly decadent slices of cake and freshly baked cookies.
"S-sorry. I-I have to get this, to uh, a special guest soon. She'll be here any moment and I-" She's crunching on something as she talks to you. Poor girl, probably the painkillers you gave her.
You pat her on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "Look. I know you're being overworked here. Last minute reservation and all of that. Me and my broth-" You shake yourself out of that NEW YOU induced false memory. "I know what it's like."
"If you do a small favor for me, I'll make sure to deal with your special guest."
This immediately catches her attention. Her eyes widen and she's about ready to cry at the mere idea of getting ANY break from this.
"Deliver that, then get the other chefs and waitresses to tell us when your special guest arrives and what exactly she's doing. Tell us EVERYTHING you see her do out there. Okay?"
She's nodding her head with such ferocity, you swear she was a bobblehead. She quickly relays this message towards the other chefs (and by proxy Benedict and Adam) before exiting the kitchen. The two chefs under your payrolls proceed to take a break from the whole 'reorganizing the hectic kitchen' to reconvene.
Seems like the kitchen is operational enough now for them to do so. Time to get to brass tacks. You give them a quick rundown of what you heard from your various sources mere moments ago.
"She's a corporate administrator. She has implants and an anomalous ability, why the hell does she need two armed goons?" Adam can immediately smell something fishy off about what you told him. "Does she expect some sort of confrontation against someone on her level?"
"If anything, she probably expects her former fuckboy to be hunting her down." Frank jabs his elbow into the Handler's side. The bronze haired man narrows his eyes at the ETF Agent but he holds his tongue for now.
"Maybe, considering a certain person's reputation ballooning REAL quick." He side-eyes you as if he's trying to be coy about what he said. Despite the fact you're the only one he could be talking about.
"ALL OF THIS FOOD. IT IS MEANT TO FEED AT LEAST 5 PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOT EATEN IN DAYS. EvEN assuming anomalously induced metabolism, she has to be meeting three other people." Mrh. More names, more faces, it seems like everyone wants in on this.
"Anything you could gleam about them from the last minute order?"
"<span class="mu-r">THERE WAS HUMAN MEAT INSIDE THE STEW.</span>"
