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"Hey, don't stand there idling!" ~ The booming voice behind startles her and she spins around, guilt written over her face ~ "S..sorry, boss." ~ She hurries towards the pile of washed crockery. Grabbing a piece of clean dishcloth, she begins to wipe each plate, careful not to let it drop ~ When can I ever get out of this demeaning job? ~ Sighing, she places the dried item gently on the table ~ One day... one day... they'll see...
"What a slacker she is..." ~ The grumbling continues, even as she hastily doubles her speed ~ "Alright, stop that! Adrianne! Come here! Bring this to Table 12!" ~ Glancing up, she sees the scowling man pointing to a prepared dish. She hurls the dishcloth aside and walks towards the table.
Suddenly, a loud gasp is heard. She turns to see one of the trainees stiffening against the kitchen door. Out of curiousity, she sidles up to him and peers through the glass window.
Two figures are standing up at one of the tables. One holding a steak knife against the throat of the other. Her own hands begin to tremble, as she tries to suppress herself from babbling in fright.
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