"Stacey...Stacey.." The man called out after the call disconnected. He thumped the cooktop with his fists. "Fuck now? What do I do?" He cursed.
Fionn, after watching everything, stood waiting in amusement. "David," he called, and the man turned to him immediately. He sighed in relief and ran to where Fionn was standing.
"Where's Belinda?" Fionn asked.
"Forget the boss, come quickly, we need you," David said as he pulled Fionn to where the pot was cooking.
"This is my eighth attempt of the day. I can't get it quite as well as you guys do."
Fionn got a spoon and scooped from the pan, and tasted what was cooking.
"How is it?" David asked eagerly.
"For a starter, they wouldn't notice it. It's only those with more intellectual and extensive knowledge of the dish that will notice something is wrong." He turned to David with a smile.
"Though don't worry, it's only a little that is missing."
"What's it?" David asked impatiently.
