Sarah stacked the bills neatly atop the desk before calling her employees.
“Hello. Yes. We’re allowed to open tomorrow. No. I’ll get everything ready. Just come in tomorrow.”
A dozen of the same calls later, she made her way to the dining room
Oh the memories.
She worked through the night. With every place setting perfect except the lack of guest, she made to leave.
All was done, save one final deed. One switch wired just so by the back door. She flipped it on her way out.
Tears streamed down her face as her dreams went up in flames.
WC: 100
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