Chapter 30: The Final Strike
Chapter 30: The Final Strike
By midday, the stench still lingered around the restaurant, attracting a crowd of curious onlookers.
In the Federation, people never lacked a sense of schadenfreude. Watching someone else face misfortune or humiliation often gave them a strange, inward satisfaction.
The restaurant only served three tables during lunch, and those customers left with harsh complaints. The awful smell had ruined their meals, and they vowed never to return.
To appease them, the manager waived their bills and handed out wine vouchers to use on their next visit.
The manager, ever the marketing expert, understood human nature. Despite their vows never to return, as long as they held those vouchers, they inevitably would.
If one thing defined Federation citizens, it was their love for a good bargain.
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Shortly after 1 p.m., the manager decided to close the restaurant for the day. He stationed two apprentices with hoses at the entrance. Their task wasn’t to prevent defecation attempts but to clean up immediately afterward.