"Please, sit down and let's have a chat. We have much to discuss." The table is long, something that you would see in a conference room. My hands fidget in my pockets, and my feet stay in one spot as I stare at him for a moment longer. His hand is stretched out, suggesting I sit in the seat across from him on the opposite end of the table. It's just me and him, no one else in here.670Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTSOCcJjDnq
I sit down, despite my stiff legs and cold feet. "What is there to say?" I ask. Honestly, I'm unsure why I'm here. It's all unclear.
"We have," he tilts his head, probably looking for the right word. "We have a bit of a predicament, and, as I'm sure you know..." he clicks the pen he had in his hand, again, and again. "Predicaments are unacceptable." The clicking stops.670Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDfnTnrtVBK
"Of course," I nod. Exactly what predicament are we talking about here?
"Under any circumstance, do I want you to tell anyone about this, understood?"
"Sir," I nod. My head's stiff, the sudden movement gave me a headache.
He turns around, reaching into the safe behind him, pulling out an empty bottle.
"It's gone," he says, turning to me. There was a moment his face was desperate, but then it was normal again.
"The Krabby Patty secret formula is missing."
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