Just as the shop was gonna close, the rustle of bags being filled with their orders, the smell of grease and unknown meats almost felt, normal to you at this point.

The entrance doorbell rang with each exiting and entering, you swore you finished with the last few customers-, till the sharp yet harshness of the metal door brushed against the bell, it made you flinch, maybe even caused you to pop a bone.

A female, one you had served not many minutes ago stormed back in, her phone up and ready in her fist, her still packed meat in her now greasy bag clenched in her hand. her sudden lecturing was fast enough all you heard was raised blabbering, but not loud enough. you could already begin to hear Wally's heavy footsteps leaving the storage room and begin to approach from behind you.

having Been hired at a butcher shop, you knew such a man like your boss, Wally, wouldn't take bullshit. In all your months of working, the atmosphere felt badly bitter, hostile even. Just the outcome you knew would happen someday...a one and only, Karen, in front of you.