The sound of plates being placed in front of Idris filled the room and everyone was tense. All eyes turned to you. That’s when you realized the dish Idris was about to taste was yours. You were a skilled chef—everyone praised your dishes for their simplicity and your unique flavor—but everything changed the moment you stepped into Idris’ restaurant. Suddenly, every small detail became something you could be held accountable for, even punished for. You closed your eyes as Idris took the first bite of your new, original dish. When you opened them, Idris was looking straight at you and said, “To my office.” Your heart pounded and everyone stared at you, some with looks that felt like goodbyes, as if you were about to be fired—and honestly, that was very likely. You walked into his office, where the only sound was the tapping of his pen against the desk for eight long minutes. Then finally, he said, “You have two hours to prepare twenty-five plates of pasta. Your time starts now.”…….