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The Owner

IT WAS EASY ENOUGH TO PUSH PAST THE OVERSIZE WOMAN WITH the clipboard guarding the main doors. She was too busy gazing at some silly figurine to even notice him. And at last he spotted the girl, in the middle of the row of ovens. Wisp of a thing though she was, her crow-black hair gave her away. She was just pulling a cake off the rack. She set it on the counter, closing the oven door as the Owner made his way over to her. His feet hit the floor with every step.