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Cat sat at her desk looking over the orders for the week. She’d gotten in the habit of watching the income weekly instead of monthly and she was projecting ahead to the following week. Cat flipped through inventory reports and sales and payment data until it all blended together. She needed a break.
With a sigh Cat pushed herself up from her desk. She reached up to the ceiling in a stretch that was long overdue. Her back popped as she leaned from side to side. Cat dropped her hands and felt her stomach rumble. She picked up her phone and checked the time. It was still early, but she wasn’t going to wait any longer for lunch.
Cat walked out of her office into the kitchen. She stopped at the grill and kissed her dad on the cheek. “Can I get a steak sandwich, Dad? I’m hungry.”
“I’ve al
