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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Monday, July 1st, 2013
Now that the kitchens are cleaned, we all head to the main dining area to await Penelope. We whisper our expectations to each other- will this lady be as... 'extra' as Chef de Souza?
A few minutes later, the doors to Hell's Kitchen open and a short, peppy black haired woman waltzes in. She smiles widely at everyone.
"Hello, guys! I hope you're excited about decorating, we're going to be going with a flower theme, obviously, in honor of the restaurant's name 'Naked Flowers'. I have boxes upon boxes of flowers in the back of the van I've brought with me, so please help me carry them in."
She then heolds open the door to Hell's Kitchen and ushers us out to the van.
The large green van is waiting in the front, the back doors are opened and I am able to see several boxes of flowers inside. Thankfully, flowers aren't that heavy so each of us is able to carry a box each back into the dining room.
"Alright, half of you stay here and get to wrapping the chairs in flowers and setting up vases in the center of each table, the other half come with me for the last boxes!" Penelope shouts, directing everyone.
I stay behind to begin decorating the chairs. Some boxes are labeled 'chair deco' so I take out the violets inside and begin twining them across the back of the chairs. There is floral wire included in the box, so it makes wrapping the chairs much easier.
Penelope is actually great fun, she helps where she can and doesn't get too pushy on anyone. Gina especially appreciates all the flowers, happily comparing a few of them to the flowers on her sleeve tattoos and taking deep sniffs. After four hours, we have the entire dining room looking like a flower boutique and smelling equally as good. But of course, the punishment isn't over yet.
Once Penelope decides we'd done enough, she lets us get to our prep work for the fast approaching dinner service.
We filter into the kitchen. I am not exhausted like the punishments usually leave me feeling, but my hands are very sore from tying up so many flowers. At least we aren't going to have to deal with a meat or fish station this upcoming service.
Three hours into prep the blue team comes back to Hell's Kitchen. This time they are all looking clean, fresh and for once every one of them smells nice.
Bella sighs, examining a broken nail.
"If only we'd won I'd be the one looking and feeling wonderful, Gail wanted to pretend that she knew how to make ' the best' vegan food but de Souza didn't think it was very great! Why do I ever listen to anyone but myself?"
Gail just shrugs. "You can't please everyone all the time. She just had different tastes than I was used to preparing food for. I didn't see you offering any vegan suggestions, Bella."
Bella chops peppers in half and grimaces. "Of course I don't have vegan suggestions, I like to eat real food, not rabbit food."
Gail stiffens. "Just because you don't partake in a cuisine doesn't mean that you shouldn't study it. Chef Ramsay told us just a few days ago that one should always know what to do with an ingredient. Were you faced with a chickpea, you'd be stumped."
Bella raises her knife and points it towards Gail as she speaks,
"If you're accusing me of not being good enough for Chef Ramsay and his restaurant, you better take that shit back bitch." Venom laces her words as she spits them at Gail, jabbing the knife towards her threateningly.
"What the hell is going on here??" the shocked voice of Chef Ramsay causes both Bella and Gail to quickly turn towards him, Bella slamming the knife down on her cutting board.
"I was just coming down here to check on everyone and I see a bloody stickup in my kitchen, Bella, what are you thinking?" he addresses Bella, who looks like a deer in the headlights.
"I'm sorry Chef," Bella whispers, seeming to have found her voice. "Gail was making it sound like I knew fuck-all about what I was doing, and it hurt my feelings."
"Well, do you know fuck-all about what you're doing? Because what I see you doing right now is threatening a fellow chef. After your altercation with Cindy, I would have thought you'd get a grip on your temper. Maybe I was wrong." He crosses his arms, eyeing Bella suspiciously.
"I'm sorry, Chef," Bella repeats, sounding genuine.
"Bella, one more issue from you, one more physical threat, and I'll carry you out of the building by the seat of your fucking pants. Do I make myself clear?" he warns.
"Of course Chef, I'm so sorry. I'll be perfect for you from now on," she pleads.
"You better, because I'm getting tired of your shit." He then gestures at me to come forward.
I step towards him, a bit intimidated by his fierce demeanor, even though it isn't directed at me.
"My dear, will you please fetch the blue team? Service is starting in thirty minutes," he asks kindly, his attitude doing a complete 180 turn. It definitely helps me feel calmer.
"Of course, Chef, I'll be right back." I then turn and hustle up the stairs to the dorm.
The men are lazing about, but thankfully they all have their chef's jackets on.
"Come on guys, Chef Ramsay needs us ready for service," I request, making sure everyone hears me.
Eventually, all the men get up and follow me back downstairs. We line up by the stoves and wait for Gordon's cue.
Once he sees us all ready, he claps his hands. "Jean-Phillipe, please open Hell's Kitchen for vegan night!"
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