System Checks: Jay
Geri looked like she’d been up since the pre-dawn hours too, but for completely different reasons. She was clutching a clipboard stuffed with inventory sheets and a lukewarm cup of coffee, her brow furrowed in that way that meant the produce delivery was wrong. “Dawson, thank God. Go help Eli with the crates,” she directed, barely glancing at us. “And Mallory, I need you to go check the patio awnings. It’s supposed to stay breezy, and you know how certain regulars get cranky if they aren’t exactly seventy-two degrees.” “On it, Geri,” Mallory said, her voice snapping back into that crisp, professional tone that usually made me want to roll my eyes. Now, knowing what was underneath that starch, it just made me want to smirk. I caught her eye one last time as she slipped out of the kit
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