Richard's cellphone, a luxury in this Mon controlled world, started ringing. A glance at the caller id would reveal that his WORK was calling... as the chief chef, Richard had responsibility over all his human workers. They didn't obey him just because he was their boss, but screwing up would get them punished... and that might well be fatal.<br/><br/>Richard's perfectionism made him difficult to work for, but his high standards tended to keep his workers alive. Smart humans and Mons could both appreciate that, which is why they didn't ask inconvenient questions about how he could snatch flying knives out of the air.<br/><br/>Of course, this also meant that emergencies went directly to him. Seems like the night shift had something come up...