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Your first interview will be with Benedict, simply because you have more leverage and information about him. Very fractured and distorted information but still. You grab the nearest chair you can get and sit across from Benedict.
"So, Benedict. You have to excuse my bluntness but after the little incident that got you here, I need to know who you are. Tell me as much about yourself as you can remember. Vincent will be here to assist."
Vincent gives a thumbs up. "Yep. You can trust him, he's just here to help you out."
"R-right." Benedict nods his head. Now that you're looking at him closer, he's impressively gaunt. Even you have more fat and muscle on your body and you're rotting with tar.
[HOPELESS WRECK] HE WAS A CHEF OF A POPULAR RESTAURANT, HE ABSOLUTELY COULD'VE FED HIMSELF. THIS WAS SELF-DESTRUCTION.
[DYING LIGHT] Focusing on an idea to the point of destruction, huh? Perfection...
"Not much to say, really." A nervous laugh. "Parents were poor, they couldn't make ends meet often. Had to enter the work force early. Decided to work at restaurants to make ends meet."
"I'm guessing you weren't a chef at first." Vincent speaks up. "Probably some low end jobs. Cashiers, cleaning, delivery?"
"Yeah. You have to get your foot in the door somehow." Benedict mutters something you can't make out. "But I met Adam at one of the jobs and, well, things started changing from there."
"Right, I want to know more about him when we get to there. So, is there where you started creating that popular restaurant I heard in the news?"
"Mmh." Benedict nods. "We worked for a while before saving enough money to eventually open a small little joint. Mostly served foods cityslickers could eat on the go. Fries, kebabs, pretzels."
"Not exactly the kind of stuff you wanted to make, I'd assume." Vincent is trying his best to keep a smile on. "You probably wanted to do better than cheap stuff."
A hint of a smile makes itself known on the skeletally thin man. "You know me well. After we got some profit, we expanded the menu! Well, mostly me, Adam was more of the marketing guy."
"Marketing?" You raise an eyebrow. You thought Adam was a fellow chef before, or...maybe he was? Some clarification wouldn't hurt.
"Well, he cooked too, but I was never one for fame. I just wanted to master my craft. I taught him what I could but he handled the customers."
"Trust me, I wouldn't want to talk to half of the costumers I hear about." A wispy laugh leaves Vincent's lips like wood smoke. "But you two did well, right?"
"Absolutely. We hired more staff, expanded the menu, even had S-Company expand our building to allow for dining in." A glint of nostalgia lingers in Benedict's eyes. "Baker's was meant to reach for the stars. To be the best place to eat at."
"But then it started to slow down. Really slowed down, and not just for a day. For weeks. Yet Adam didn't seem to understand."
"Understand what?" Vincent asks.
"Why it mattered so much to me."
