Arthur immediately reached for a roll of paper towels to clean the oozing mess, but Victoria lunged forward, leaning heavily over the counter. He tried to navigate around her to clear the spill, but she kept moving, throwing a flurry of complaints directly in his face. “Manager! I need a manager right now!” Victoria yelled, drawing the eyes of the entire front end of the store.
Bob, the store manager, rushed over, his face pale with anxiety. Victoria pointed a finger at Arthur’s chest. “This senile old man just destroyed my suit, and when I called him out, he got completely flustered! Look at his screen—he’s also completely messed up my bill, double-charging me for steaks! I want him fired, or my legal team will sue for incompetence by the end of the day!”
Arthur looked at the monitor in utter confusion. A chaotic, duplicated manual entry for an expensive steak was somehow blinking on the screen, perfectly timed with the egg mess. He had no memory of hitting those keys. Terrified of a high-profile corporate lawsuit from an elite client, Bob didn’t want to spend hours pulling back-room logs. He looked at Arthur with a mixture of pity and fear. “Arthur, I’m truly sorry, but I have to let you go.”