I didn't plan on spending my life cooking for the world's most impossible people. It just... turned out that way. One client led to another, one house to the next, one year into three decades. Somewhere along the line, I stopped counting plates and started collecting stories. I've been a witness to lives that most people only glimpse from a distance. I've cooked in estates that smelled like money, fear, and expensive perfume. Some months dragged. Some years disappeared. I stayed because chaos pays better than calm. This isn't about recipes or restaurant drama. It's about everything that comes after - the part no one writes down, until I finally did. If you've ever wondered what it's like to spend a lifetime making everything perfect for people who think perfection is their birthright - welcome. Pull up a chair.