Let's see what we can do with: the siege.
It didn't get particularly warm today - barely above zero - and it's going to be a cold night. Thankfully the fireplace is roaring nicely.
Cindy had trouble hanging up the phone, her hand was shaking so badly. It was quiet in the office, a refuge from the storm gathering outside. She was tempted to lock the door, turn off the lights, and hide there until it passed her by.
This option was taken from her when Jeremy appeared in the doorway. Not that she was actually going to do it. Not really.
"What's wrong?" her head cook for the previous ten years asked.
"Sandra just called in sick." Speaking the words aloud seemed to sap her remaining energy and she dropped into her chair as though she'd been shot.
"But Jessica and Erin are out of town and Jasmine quit yesterday," Jeremy said, panic creeping into his voice. "That just leaves -"
"The new girl." Neither of them could remember her name. "She's our only available waitress."
"But the dinner rush is just starting!"
"I know." Cindy covered her eyes with her right hand. "They're going to eat her alive."