At 5:45 pm precisely, Steven followed his colleagues downstairs to start work. As usual, Aaron was taking the cages of stock off the delivery truck, and Liz was already splitting the delivery into the relative sections at the front of the store, near the locked main entrance.
"Good evening" Liz greeted her staff, as they walked through the door from upstairs.
She got the usual variety of cheerful replies from everyone, with the exception of Steven, whose mind was already working overtime.
"You gonna talk tonight?" Liz asked Steven, as she approached him.
Steven snapped himself back to reality and looked at Liz, before apologizing. "Sorry, er...hi Liz, are you okay?" he answered her.
"Yes thank you. Can you start splitting the totes please" she then said, referring to the hundreds of red boxes that contained a large amount of stock that also needed to be split and taken around to the appropriate sections.
"Okay" Steven mumbled, smiling at Liz.
Steven hadn't yet used the powers that the old man had told him he now possessed, and a part of him was afraid to use them, especially on his friends and colleagues. So for now, he just started work as normal like everyone else done. But as the minutes ticked by he decided that he needed to know if his 'powers' were real.
"You alright dear?" Debbie greeted Steven, as she headed to the Kitchen department to start work.
"Yes thanks Debbie" he replied, as he looked up towards the Toiletries section and saw Natalie waving at him. So far it was like every other night, but Steven wondered...would it continue to be that way?
He became increasingly distracted from his work as the time went by, but he still managed to finish splitting the tote boxes, and after briefly chatting with Yvonne on the Pet Food aisle...Steven started work filling up the shelves on the Cleaning department (bleach, laundry powder etc.) But again, his mind wasn't on the job, and it wasn't surprising.
Steven kept watching his co-workers as they worked feverishly to get al the stock on the shelves, and eventually he decided to...
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