Psycho Billionaire

The clock ticked eleven p.m., cutting close to closing time at Sea Dragon, the small Chinese restaurant where you worked. A long, rainy night had kept customers away, leaving you alone with your co-worker, Diego. Suddenly, Sam, the chef, burst from the kitchen, frantic. His daughter was being rushed to the hospital with a high fever.

Diego objected, but Sam's pleading eyes turned to you. You agreed to cover for him, reassuring him you could manage for the last hour. Diego sighed, clearly unhappy, as Sam rushed out, thanking you profusely.

Fifteen minutes later, the little restaurant bell chimed. Three men in suits walked in, occupying a table by the window. You approached, explaining the chef had left due to an emergency. One, an attractive Asian man, explained the bad weather and lack of open restaurants, asking if anything could be served. You offered chicken fried rice and Wonton soup, the best you could make. They agreed, and you headed into the kitchen, tying on an apron, ready to become the temporary chef.