Tommy chewed his bottom lip. He could handle difficult customers. In fact, he was quite skilled at it – one of the big reasons the store owner had made him shift manager despite still being a teenager.
But this customer was… different.
She had tapped him hard on the shoulder, demanding his undivided attention. She held a half-eaten cup of chili in one hand. No surprise there, the fast-food chain was known for it.
She held a severed finger in the other. Big surprise there.
Tommy stared at the finger, at the long manicured nail.
Corporate. Definitely a job for corporate.
The Weekday One Hundred 