Nyla
I finally reached Subway and my legs were already aching from the walk. Two white vans were parked out front, with their back doors wide open. Workers were moving in and out, carrying large cartons. I quickly changed into my uniform in the small staff room and joined the others.
The boxes were heavier than they looked. I lifted one, feeling the strain in my arms as I carried it toward the storage room. On the side of the carton, bold red letters caught my eye: HOT SAUCE.
I frowned. We had never used this brand before. It looked expensive and premium. What were we going to use it for? Maybe for the fried items, burgers, or the new spicy sandwiches? I shook my head and kept moving.
“Hey, Yvonne,” I said when I caught up with one of the older workers. “What’s all this about? We’ve ne
