THE STOLEN UNIFORM
~CHELSEA~
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Monday nights were usually quiet at Crawford Elite. Easy money for simple work.
But as I stood in front of my open locker, staring at the empty space where my uniform should have been, I knew tonight would be anything but easy.
Gone. My navy blue polo shirt and khaki pants were gone.
I checked the locker number again. 47.
My locker for the past eight months. I tried the neighboring lockers, thinking maybe I'd mixed up the combination in my exhaustion.
But no—locker 47 was definitely mine, and it was definitely empty except for my street clothes and an old protein bar.
"Looking for something?"
I turned to find Maria, the day shift supervisor, watching me with barely concealed amusement.
"My uniform," I said
