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    “Dad, let’s eat more. You should have some too.”


    “Mm. When we’re done, we’ll go find your work buddies and get them together first.”


    “Alright!”


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    When Theresa walked out of the dump, she spotted Morgan waiting for her in the spotless lobby.


    At the moment, he was surrounded by a group of people–small–time managers from the first floor- chatting with him obsequiously. In their eyes, Morgan was practically untouchable, almost like some god. they had to revere.


    When he saw Theresaing back, he waved the others away. “Back from the restroom?”


    “Yeah. The one here’s not great. Let’s go up to the second floor instead.”


    “Alright,” he agreed with hesitation and led her upstairs.


    Theresa had been hoping to recruit a few people on the second floor as well, but the difference between the first and second floors was huge. The people here lived far morefortably. After wandering around for a bit and finding no suitable candidates, she decided to head up again.


    However, there was no need to bother with the third floor–the residents here were already among the camp’s beneficiaries. Their lives weren’tvish, but they werefortable enough.


    She toured every corner of Ark Camp Three. By the time she was done, Morgan said, “We can head up now. They’ve got the dishes ready.”


    “Sounds good.”


    Having finished her inspection of the camp, Theresa followed him upstairs.


    Meanwhile, on the first floor, Bayard Coronel–the first floor manager–was finishing off a hearty meal after that night’s unexpected haul of supplies.


    Ribs, shrimp, chicken.., delicacies he wouldn’t normally get to taste more than once or twice a year. And that day, he had eaten his fill.


    Some of the meat had small red specks on it–he had no idea what they were, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Food was food.


    Stuffed and satisfied, Bayard let out a loud burp, only for an announcement to re from above.


    “All managers, report to the fifth floor for a meeting!”


    He got to his feet immediately, sucking on his fingers until the grease was gone, then gave them a quick


    rinse.


    But just as he started for the stairs, a cramp twisted his gut. “D*mn… what the hell? Maybe it’s not sitting


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    well–I haven’t had a meal like that in ages.”


    <i>Ding</i>!


    The elevator doors opened on the top floor.


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    Managers from all the different levels began gathering. Bayard, his stomach cramping with sharp jolts of pain, gritted his teeth and kept walking toward the meeting room.


    Just before he reached the doors, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed the arm of a stylish second- floor manager in high heels.


    “What the hell?!” The woman jerked free, ring.


    His face twisted in agony, Bayard reached again, clutching her arm. “Emily, do me a favor–tell them I can’t make it. My stomach’s killing me.”


    “Then get out of here, you pig!” Emily Winchester kicked him away in disgust.


    Bayard half ran, half stumbled toward the restrooms.


    It was only then that Emily noticed the scratch mark on her wrist where he’d grabbed her, a thin line of blood welling up.


    “Disgusting.”


    She wiped her hand, turned, and strode into the meeting room.


    Inside, the camp’s second–inmand–his face hidden behind a white mask–addressed the group coldly. “Is everyone here? I have something important to announce.”


    “The first–floor manager isn’t here,” Emily said irritably, rubbing her wrist.


    The second–inmand nced at the empty seat, his displeasure clear. “Pull him from the roster. Let’s start the meeting. I called you here to tell you…”


    On the fifth floor, in the restroom…


    “Sir, we’ve cleaned this ce several times already. Why are we cleaning it again?”


    “Orders from above aren’t for you to question. Keep working unless you want to get sent back.”


    “Yes, sir.” The younger man followed his supervisor inside with a toolbox.


    The moment he stepped in, something felt wrong. A faint, metallic tang hung in the air.


    “Sir… do you smell that?”


    “It’s a bathroom. What else would it smell like?” The older man turned on the mop sink faucet, the rushing water echoing in the tiled space.


    The young man obediendly took one side while his supervisor took the other, opening stall doors one by, 3


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    “Sir, did you hear about the big news in the camp?”


    “Don’t run your mouth about camp business. Just get to work.”


    “Right…” The young man opened the next stall door and fell silent.


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