ADVERTISEMENT
It was ham and cheese on rye, just the way I liked it. She had tucked a napkin inside the bag with a note scribbled in purple ink that read, “Love you, Mommy. Don’t forget to eat.”
I smiled.
That’s when it happened.
“Excuse me, is anyone actually working around here?”
The voice was sharp, high-pitched, and dripping with annoyance. I looked up, startled. Standing just inside the cafeteria door was a tall woman dressed in an all-white blazer and matching slacks.
She looked like she had stepped out of a magazine ad for designer luggage. Her heels clicked against the tile as she stormed in. Her lipstick was flawless, and not a single hair was out of place.
Trailing behind her was a man in a dark suit, probably in his mid-50s.
Continue reading…
ADVERTISEMENT