Marshmallows and Custard
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Completed, First published May 09, 2026

The narrative traces a story of economic upheaval as a shop owner’s frustrated attempt to confront the CEO who bought them out yields little more than wasted marshmallows. Unexpected opportunities then emerge: a chef, Ray, finds herself unexpectedly hired for a lucrative position cooking for a mysterious client, known only as ‘the Master.’ With encouragement from a friend, Ray navigates this new life, receiving praise for her culinary creations. These chapters hint at complex relationships, playful banter, and a subtle undercurrent of tension as Ray’s professional world expands.
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