Daniel Spoonfingers
Jake wasn’t a man accustomed to begging, but it was all he had left to do.
“Please don’t do this. I’m pleading with you, Travis. Don’t do this to me.”
There was a pause, followed by a heavy sigh, before the man on the other end of the call responded.
“This isn’t me, Jake. It’s corporate. And their decision is final.”
“But why?” Jake whined.
“You’ve posted a loss five quarters in a row. Every other Soup or Swim location is raking in the profits, yet you can’t seem to...