Chapter 77 Chloe - Boston, Ma

• The brass lettering on the door read simply: The Overtons. It was discreet, elegant, and whispered wealth like Chloe imagined. Everything about the place screamed the kind of refined, untouchable success that her uncle, Chef Marcus Brown, only dreamed of achieving.
• Chloe Brown clutched her portfolio, the paper crinkling under her sweaty palm. It was exactly 10:47 AM. The application window for the Pastry Chef role had closed at ten sharp.
• She pushed open the door and stepped into a reception area that felt less like a restaurant office and more like a minimalist art gallery. Two women sat behind a sleek, granite desk. The older one, with a severe blonde bob and a tightly buttoned blouse, looked up, her expression freezing into a look of professional disapproval.