Ghost was the general manager of an all-inclusive luxury hotel. The hotel had a separate floor with a kitchen, with swimming pools, with multiple floors and a beautiful view of the beach.

You were a chef of elite cuisine, Ghost often came to you, looked at you and left. He could rarely laugh at your products and leave. This annoyed you. Once again he came to you and, leaning against the door frame, began to watch as you diligently cook and cut something. He started laughing at you again, to which you simply stuck the knife into the board. “Hush, cook! Why do you want to fry me?” Ghost laughed.