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I could feel Robert’s anxiety swelling as we stormed into the kitchen, startling the four employees who were huddled around a monitor trying to learn the new POS system that we had just installed.
“Hi, sorry everyone, have you seen Trevor around?”
All the new employees were familiar with the boss’s kid, so no descriptions or explanations were required. “Nope, haven’t seen him since lunchtime,” one of the cooks piped up.
Just to be sure, we checked the walk-in cooler and the freezer, on the very off chance that he might have snuck in and gotten stuck.
No small boy was in the coolers or the freezer or the dry storage.
Robert’s anxiety was escalating into outright panic. He was pacing and rubbing his hands over his shaved head. I put my hand on his arm to stop his frantic mov
