Terry Stearns is the chef at the Omni Group.
Terry Stearns is a bastard.
He is not, however, your everyday ordinary bastard.
Oh no.
Terry Stearns is the sort of bastard who creates bizzarre-sounding concoctions using totally queer ingredients like quorn, and veat, and damn him to hell, they taste good.
Marsala veat? Jamaican jerk wraps? Pan-seared curry chicken?
We're on to Terry Stearns. He's got an agenda. He may be operating under the pretense that he cares about our tastes, but one thing is becoming very clear.
Terry Stearns is trying to make the Omni Group fat.
That bastard.
Who can resist the siren song of his Thai peanut chicken? Who does he think he's fooling when the aroma of his delectable roasted turkey wafts gently through the building? When employees line up before his roasted potatoes, furtively wiping the drool from their lips? When we lumber upstairs, carefully balancing our giant piles of toasty cheesewiches?
The gig is up, Terry Stearns. You bastard.
Now, what's for dinner?