C38 Opening day

ONE YEAR LATER.

“That shouldn't be there!” I yelled at Eli, one of my workers. Eli flashed an apologetic smile and began to push the plosh sofa away. I was intending to use it to rest in between long working hours. I pointed her where I would prefer it to be.

Samuel Wolfe had forced me to take a worker because he believed the workload I would be getting would be much