The next morning, Isabella called a meeting in the empty main dining room.
The restaurant owner showed up late with a angry look on his face.
He demanded to know why the staff was gathered near the marble counter.
Before he could speak further, Vinnie stepped through the grand front doors.
Two lawyers dressed in clean grey suits followed close behind the tall man.
The owner turned pale white as soon as he saw Vinnie enter.
Vinnie: Your time at this fine establishment has officially come to an end.
Isabella: Hand over the keys right now.
The owner tried to argue, but the lawyers handed him the legal papers.
He realized he had no legal choices left to fight the sudden takeover.
He placed the heavy brass key ring onto the table and rushed out.
The staff members let out a collective sigh of relief as he left.
Isabella picked up the brass keys and felt their real physical weight.
She turned to look at Vinnie, who was watching her from the entrance.
He gave her a slight nod of respect before turning to depart into daylight.
Vinnie: Do not disappoint me, Chef Rossi.
Isabella: I never disappoint anyone in my kitchen.
She walked into the central kitchen area with a renewed sense of purpose.
She tied her white apron tightly around her waist and looked at her team.
They were ready to work harder than ever to protect their culinary home.
Isabella stepped up to her stove and fired up the central gas burners.
She had taken a huge risk, but her dream was finally her own.