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You arrive at the kitchen entrance, you can see a small blonde typing at a computer and many kitchen staff working hard. One of the staff members stands out to you ...

He's the one directing things around and barking orders to the other so it's not hard to peg him as the Head-chef. You wonder if you should come back another time seeing they seem to be somewhat in the mid-day rush but before you can turn back someone sees you.

"You should not be here, son. How did you get past security?" The chef demands, you note that he seems confident of the security and seems surprised you indeed manage to get here.

"Name's John Shepard, I'm to take the chief of security soon so that's how I got here. As for why I'm here, that would be your fault, old man." You say seriously before letting a little smirk show and continue. "The breakfast was delicious so I came back for more, I was told I wouldn't be disappointed if I asked for one of your subs, old man." You joke in a nonchalant tone. The kitchen became uncomfortably silent and you wonder if you did put your foot in your mouth.

"HAHAHA, you're damn right you won't be disappointed, I make the best subs this side of the Atlantic. You're in luck son, I was about to prepare a very fine piece of meat for some pompous asshole but since you clearly know how to appreciate good food I'll use the best part to make the best sandwich you ever tasted!" The older man exclaims before returning to work. And just like that, the kitchen cacophony took off as nothing had happened.

While the Chef is preparing your meal, you take stock of your surrounding. The little blonde seems to be quite insistent on being remarked, she's sitting on the counter make poppy's eyes at you.

You could go talk to her or maybe wait to see if she'll come to you.

There is also what seems to be a very sexy manager waiting for her order, you only caught a glimpse but everything about her screams bimbo.

The way she stands sticking her ass out with one of her knees only slightly bent to make her skirt rile up a little, she knows exactly what she's doing and you bet she reveals in each stares she squeeze out of otherwise very professional coworkers.

Maybe you should go see if she'd be willing to let you dig into that piece of art of an ass?

But then again, maybe you better of keeping your energy for your very needy boss.

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