I Trust You

Madam Damn

"Your fault, your fault." A heavily accented voice booms from the kitchen as Vincent as Grace near the door. "I told you, didn't I?"

Grace throws Vincent a suspicious look as they push open the silver door.

The Saskia's kitchen has small white tiles along the floor and walls and the kitchen counters are made from a strong silver metal. The kitchen has 8 Whirlpool stoves that flare blue fire when a petite figure roughly flips the pans.

How can she be cooking in this noise?

Grace and Vincent walk over towards a tall, thick man, with greying dark brown hair sticking out from his chefs hat.

"Look Chef Tenco-"Mr.Neita says, his eyes pleading with the man.

"No you look Mr.Nina, I'm tired of this." The man steps back, tiredly leaning against the counters, his back hunched. "I wish I just stayed in Italy, no problems like this there."

"It's Mr.Nieta and," He corrects, gently placing his dark, chocolate hand against Chef Tenco's shoulder. "ya know I'm doing the best I can."

Harsh whispers boom around the room as Grace spots a group of chefs huddled in the corner of the room.

"Your best is not enough Mr.Nina." Chef Tenco sneers, lifting himself off the counter and charging towards Mr.Neita. "I am the most wanted chef in New York, I refuse to deal with this rubbish."

Vincent assesses the situation with sharp eyes before taking an authoritative step towards Chef Tenco.

"Calm down." He says, his hands clasped behind his back.

"And who are you?" Mr.Tenco grimaces, his eyes raking over Vincent's form.

"I'm your boss."

The room echoes with loud whispers but instantly ceases when Vincents give the cowering chefs a harsh glare.

"Now, step away from Mr.Neita and carefully explain the situation."

Vincent walks towards Chef Tenco who's strong resolve crumbles under Vincent's cold gaze.

"I already explain situation." He says, throwing his hands in the air.

"Well, you're explaining it to me now."

Chef Tenco let's out a string of curses, some in Italian.

"Sabotage." He finally says, leaning against the counter. "And Mr.Nina do nothing about it."

Vincent's gaze shifts to a cowering Mr.Neita who's dark skin almost pales.

"That's not true and ya know it Tenco." Mr.Neita surges  up some courage and takes a step towards Vincent. "I tried everything: the police, surveillance cameras, changing the locks and even sitting here in the middle of the night waiting for the the guy and nothing."

Vincent nods his head.

"What happened when you were waiting it out."

Mr.Neita let's out a cough before scratching his neck.

"I woke up in my office."

Vincent let's out a grunt.

"Then what happened with police and the surveillance cameras?" Grace finally says, stepping out from behind Vincent.

The petite girl who had been cooking, takes out a plate and pours the steaming stir fry onto the plate before grabbing a fork and leaning against the counter.

"The damn police is useless, baby." The girl says with a heavy New Jersey accent. "We tell them about the damn sabotage and they wait outside with their damn donuts the whole night and have the damn audacity to tell us that they saw nothing. Like damn them."