TOH01

[BRANCH] UNSPECIFIED

[SERVER] NONCAD05

[DATE] 3/12/22

[INDEX ID] TOH01

[SECURITY] DINER

This is it. The final hours. It’s been a blast, Cafe and Diner. I know, I know, it sounds like I’m the one who isn’t going to make it. Well, it’s a distinct possibility. I have one last plan, and I can’t say I’m too confident in how it will go. But we need to send Miss. Augustine packing before we have to deal with Miss. Mendoza. Though I must say, we are beyond even for my little shenanigans earlier. If I make it out of this alive, I am 108% expecting a full-time position with a cushy, CUSHY corner office. Capisce?  

So. What is this grand last-ditch effort? Well. It might just be Plan A, after all. No mirror, but perhaps I could be the mirror? Upon some self-reflection, I believe I could be rather reflective myself. Of course, I’ll need a little boost to make it work. A quad espresso, if you will. A little Charge. Yeah? Of course, I can’t make No. 71 make me a drink. That’d be rude. But I think we’re all on the same page here. It’s this or some nasty alternatives. If No. 71 would rather sit this one out, hey, I get it. This is partially my mistake to fix. Partially. I’m not the idiot who dragged Miss. Freaking Augustine to their Cafe. 

By my count, we have just under 72 hours before we’ll miss our chance to save the Big Guy. Sure another flight could be booked, but we’d have to wait for things to line up again. Why? Well, I’m sure my bestie No. 611 could explain it better than I could. He’s a real whiz when it comes to flight-tracking. Also, if it wasn’t clear, win or lose, we’ll be cracking a cold one open to celebrate. Is that a good idea? Hell no. But, assuming I’m still in one piece and I have my nice shiny new number, I’ll be there to help serve these frosty Daiquiris. It’s a promise.

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