She pushes the containers of cream cheese closer. "And these need to go in the fridge. I know how you are with your temperatures."
"Yeah, thanks." I grab the containers only to have Tabitha swipe them from my hands.
"I'll take care of them for you, boss," she says flitting back to the kitchen.
What is going on with people this morning?
Everything is happening at once and it feels like a hundred people are giving me directions but nothing is getting through.
Katy taps her fingernails on the counter a few times and says, "Don't worry about the sign. I'll take care of it." She steps away from the counter so fast I don't question her motives. The glass in the door rattles, but this time not someone knocking. The peaceful morning outside is stolen by the rumble of loud black exhaust as wha
