Chapter 3 - THE RECIPES
Audrey did not confront Brett.
That surprised even her.
The old Audrey would have.
The woman who once threw a saucepan across their first restaurant kitchen because Brett promised a private party the space without checking with her.
But fifteen years teaches you things.
One of them:
Never warn someone before you understand what they have already done.
The next morning, she called Naomi Chen.
Corporate attorney.
Not Brett’s attorney.
Hers.
They had met years earlier through the restaurant association.
Audrey sent photographs of the documents.
Naomi called within fourteen minutes.
“Do not sign anything.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“Have you signed anything recently?”
Audrey thought.
“Annual board consents.”
“Anything involving intellectual property?”
“No.”
“Recipes?”
“No.”
“Trademarks?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Pause.
“Do you have copies of your original notebooks?”
Audrey laughed once.
“Every page.”
“Where?”
“My mother’s house.”
“Excellent.”
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The recipes mattered.
Not because recipes were magically protected in every form.
Naomi explained distinctions Audrey had never needed to learn.
Ingredient lists.
Processes.
Written expression.
Brand names.
Trade secrets.
Contractual ownership.
Company work product.
Preexisting family recipes.
It was complicated.
Good.
Complexity slowed thieves.
What mattered immediately was provenance.
Audrey had notebooks dated years before Holloway House existed.
Her grandmother’s rye pear tart.
Brown butter onion rolls.
Smoked apple soup.
Caraway honey cake.
Several dishes that became signatures of the first restaurants.
Brett had marketed them.
Audrey had created or inherited them.
Now Sierra’s new entity was preparing to monetize them.
Without telling her.
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Naomi asked another question.
“Ownership percentage?”
“In Holloway House?”
“Yes.”
“Thirty-eight percent.”
Naomi went silent.
Audrey smiled bitterly.
“I know.”
“You own thirty-eight percent and he thought you wouldn’t notice a related-party licensing transaction?”
“Apparently marriage made him optimistic.”
“Board seats?”
“Five.”
“Brett, me, Charles Levin, Anita Brooks, Marcus Shaw.”
“Independent?”
“Three nominally.”
“Excellent.”
“Why?”
“Because Brett does not own the board.”
Audrey felt something unclench.
Not revenge.
Leverage.
Different.
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Then Naomi found the detail that changed everything.
The proposed licensing agreement listed an approval date.
Two weeks from now.
After the gala.
Meaning Brett had planned to use the anniversary celebration to reinforce his image as founder—
then push the transaction through.
Audrey wondered whether Sierra’s public entrance had been arrogance or announcement.
Either way, it failed.
May you like
Because now Audrey was looking.
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