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The manager's face turns even pale as Uriel's words hang suspended like the blade of a guillotine.

"Closed for Private Event", but it feels like a pressure cooker about to explode.

“Sir, I. I can serve you all excellently,” Mara stutters out, her voice trembling as she presses her interlaced hands together.

“It’s a misunderstanding. Please, I've been working there for years. I've a family—”

But he holds up his hand, waving her down sharply, his eyes jumping back and ...