You’ll Die as Fish- New Fiction- Susan Anwin
"May I help you?"
The woman, her phone stuck to her ear, was one of those businesswoman-types, discreet although expensive-looking earrings, dark hair smoothed back into a ponytail, flawless designer suit. "Hold for a minute, please." She turned towards the assistant – a nondescript girl somewhere in the middle of her twenties.
"A chicken, a vegan and a beef, all in whole wheat wraps. Can you make it chop-chop, we’re in a hurry." Megan turned back to the phone. "No, Johnny, I told you I won’t ...