Clyde POV

"Meg, Head home! Clapping me on the shoulder and removing my order pad from my grasp, Clyde adds.

"What?" How come? You're letting me go? Are the coffee filters involved in this? I promise, just ten were damaged; I had no clue the box would come apart like that. The others are doing great!

My words escape in a hurried, nervous gasp, and my heart is racing so quickly that my eyesight briefly becomes fuzzy.

This week hasn't gone well. I ordered hamburgers for a table of vegans on Monday, and when I put meat in front of them, they seemed to want to give up their peaceful...