(Aspen’s POV)
I clocked out of the burger place for the last time without even knowing it was the last time.
The morning had started normally. I wiped tables. I refilled napkin dispensers. I took orders from rude people who barely looked at me. I kept reminding myself that the shift was almost over and that I needed the money. I did not complain. I did not slow down.
Then the health inspectors showed up.
Three of them walked in with clipboards. Everyone in the restaurant froze. They spoke to my manager for a minute and then started walking through the place. They opened fridges. They tested sinks. They took photos. They talked quietly to one another.
Five minutes later they taped a bright orange notice across the entrance.
The restaurant was officially shut down.
Permanently.
My ja
