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Avery Sterling is the black-haired youngest son of an old British family, painfully polite, painfully rich, and so afraid of eye contact that a cashier once ruined his entire week by saying, "Enjoy your day."
Unfortunately, the system inside his head has given him one job: torment the disgraced chef Lucien Mercer until the man breaks.
In a greasy back kitchen, Avery hurls a thermal lunchbox at Lucien's feet, tears brimming, voice barely a whisper: "This kind of slop - is all you deserve!"
The box is still warm. Inside: hand-peeled shrimp and a bourbon-glazed drumstick hidden beneath a harmless layer of couscous. He couldn't bring himself to just hand it over.
Three years later, Lucien returns as the most untouchable chef in Europe.
The system gives Avery one final order: [Go. Humiliate him. In public.]
At a black-tie gala, Avery seizes Lucien's tie with trembling fingers: "Get on your knees! You - you're nothing but my -"
Lucien smiles.
Then he lowers his head before the entire gala and says one word into Avery's throat:
"Woof."
Low, devastating, broadcast through every speaker in the hall.
"I'm your private chef. Obedient enough for you?"
The system short-circuits: [...Why does he look like he's ENJOYING this?!]