Around half an hour later, Arielle arrived at the branch. It was located in a restaurant district that had a long history.
When she arrived, it was only half-past seven. Most of the restaurants still had their blinds down. Maureen’s Kitchen was the only restaurant that was bustling.
Seeing her, Glenn and the manager came forward to welcome her.
“Ms. Moore!”
Glenn twiddled his thumbs nervously and reported, “You’re here! The preparations are almost done, and all that’s left is the ingredients. As per your command, we ordered ten times the usual amount. The refrigerator is too full to put our ravioli inside, so I told someone to get the refrigerator from the old store.”
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