BASHA was flabbergasted when she saw the number of people lining up in the coffee shop.
It was before nine in the morning and often, the staff working in the pack house were having breakfast either in the cafeteria or in the coffee shop. Mornings were the busiest in the coffee shop but it never happened before that the line was long.
“What’s up?” She asked one of the people in the line.
“I’m buying bread.”
“I know. There’s no chicken in there.”
He chuckled. “They are selling new pastry inside. I heard from my officemate that it was great.”
“Pastry? They only sell doughnuts inside.”
“It’s history.”
“Really?”
She clapped his shoulder before leaving him. She saw the Luna at the stairs and she was looking her way.
“I’m gonna be rich.” Claire expressed as she watched the people at
