All because of a pin.
Rank still makes miracles happen. Maybe if I did a job I liked I would have enjoyed more perks.
Marron thought about her life before she became a chef--that sales executive who chased after metrics just to avoid getting fired. She had bills to pay and things to buy, after all. If she had been a different person, maybe she would have enjoyed sales.
Now life was different.
And she was happy about that, though still a little wary of Philippe.
"Thank you," Marron said carefully. "I'm Marron. And I'll keep that in mind."
Philippe nodded, then paused. "Word of advice? The pin helps, but some places will still look down on you if they think you're not 'established' enough. Don't let it get to you. You earned that certification. Street carts aren't as glamorous as a popular restaurant, but...you can go anywhere."
He headed back into the restaurant, leaving Marron standing on the spotless street, processing what had just happened.
