"Julz, I am glad to see you... you are looking, um, better.", John says nervously
"I thought mee-mee was back", she replies coldly.
"It's been a long time...", he pauses. There is a odd silence in the pastery shop, kinda like when someone sees poutine for the first time.
"You know," he begins, breaking the silence, "you were once the best manager I ever knew, and the potato ideas you came up with back then are still the best. Your skin on french fries are still a top seller and there would be no such thing as seasoned fries if it was not for you. We still use your reciepe and it is still a secret."
"Life was great", he continues "until you started drinking at work. What could we do? We all thought it was more about your seedy friends more than you, but once you started hanging out with the criminal element and drinking at work, We, or really, I had no choice. I never meant there to be any hard feelings and I am glad you are not drinking these days. I hope you stay that way and have found new friends."
"I have chang-", she starts to say, but is inturpted.
"Actions speak louder than words.", he says in a kind but stern matter.
"Look, the copyright on the seasoned fries receipt is in your name, we filed it after you left, mostly because we did not want you to sell it for booze. You might not know it, but Larson Potato Company has a nice bit of money for you. I just hope that you do not drink yourself to death, but you look better than you have in years. Go to the office, my nephew is now operating the plant, besides Potato for the People day, I am focusing my time at the shop. I will be damned if Starbucks is going to chase me out. You know the mafia run Starbucks?"
After those words come out, John turns white. He should know better about talking about the Starbucks Mafia connection. It is that type of talk that will have someone sleeping with the fishes. He looks around, his talk with judgemax sure has caused some attention. He goes to the back room with out saying a word.