The cool breeze of the morning slapped gently against the open front door. The thick mahogany didn't budge as an older man in a white chef uniform stepped out. Confusion etched deeply across his face as he looked left and right. The man looked around while walking down the patio. He held the two bundles of the newspaper he had picked up at the gate. Does this mean the boss hasn't read the papers for about two days? He mused.His intuition told him...