Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 58- Elimination

Wednesday, July 10th, 2013

I peer towards the women. Taylor, Red, and Gina are on the couch and Bella sits in the armchair across from them. Each of them looks at me.

Taylor lifts her hands and slow claps. The others join. Eventually, all of the women clap and cheer.

Red hops up off the couch and runs into my chest, wrapping her arms around my torso. If she weighed more than a hundred pounds I might have gone flying back down the stairs! I return her hug and she looks up at me with sparkling green eyes.

"You did amazingly, (Y/N)! We're so lucky to have you on our team!" Red squeaks before burying her face into my shoulder like a kitten seeking warmth.

I laugh and rest my cheek atop her sprightly curls before she draws back and takes my hand.

"Come, sit with us! Tell us what it was like!" She cheerfully leads me towards the sofa.

I take a seat on the sofa next to Taylor and Red curls up next to me. Gina peers over Taylor's shoulder and Bella grins from the armchair. Taylor hands me my red team jacket and I take it gratefully, pulling it on.

"So? Start from the beginning! Hurry up, the elimination is coming up!" Gina bounces in place, "Oh! Oh-oh! Who do you think is out?"

"Wait, so do you want me to start from the beginning, or tell you who I think is out?"

Gina rolls her eyes. "Start anywhere, but hurry!"

"Alright." I feel the burning sensation of everyone's rapt attention. "So Chef Ramsay told me how to handle service, but it still was pretty nerve-wracking. Thank goodness you guys responded to me when I'd call things out."

I lean forward, resting my elbows on my legs and clasping my hands together.

"The blue kitchen had a lot of trouble with this service. Pietro kept bringing up raw and overcooked steaks. The weird thing is Abel said he was proficient on meat, so I don't know why he'd suddenly get lazy and not care about the quality of the food he produces."

Bella shrugs. "Maybe Abel was wrong. Maybe Pietro sucks at meats but now was the first time you'd seen it first hand."

I shake my head. "No... I don't think Abel would misjudge his team's abilities. Every other station was perfect. It was only Pietro. Honestly, I don't know who they'll try to put up alongside him."

Right as I finish my sentence, the phone in the center of the room rings.

Bella stands up and goes to take the phone off the hook.

"Heyyy Chefff," she says in a sing-song voice. "Right, we'll be down in a minute! Come on, ladies." Bella leads us down the stairs.

We slide into a booth and wait in partial darkness. Shortly after, the blue team lines up in front of the kitchens.

A spotlight turns on and follows Chef Ramsay through the restaurant until he's standing twelve feet or so away from the blue team, next to a small black end table.

"Well, I hope you all have come to a decision. Dave, who is your first nominee and why?" Gordon crosses his arms and waits stoically for Dave to answer.

"Chef, our team decided on Pietro being the one to go up. He fell flat on the meat station today." Dave shrugs.

"I agree, now, the second nominee?"

Dave looks beside and behind himself at the other chefs. He shrugs again.

"Chef, we don't know..."