WMO03 (Oct 7, 1988)
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DINER RECEIPT
RECEIPT NUMBER: WMO03
RECEIPT DATE: 10 7 19XX
MANGER NUMBER: 323
RECEIPT NOTES:
Well… I've been giving it some thought over the past few days. Big thanks, Luthuli, by the way, for making this my decision. And I'm still not… sold. On any of it. A strange man shows up at our unopened combination Cafe and Diner offering esoteric secrets about the "bigger picture." Back home, that's how you end up down south paying a visit to my older sister. I guess what I'm trying to get at is, I'm worried this won't work out how mon amour thinks it will work out.
Then again, if the past few months have proved anything, it's that he usually knows what he's getting into. Almost with an uncanny knack for predicting how things will turn out. But then again, luck tends to run out. And at this point, I'm sure we have to be pushing it. However, it could be nice to have someone else around to help with setting things up. Especially if what he promises to bring is true.
Another factor that I can't rule out is… well… it's hard to say. Something is up. For someone so concerned that a single-digit will give us away… why invite a stranger who calls himself that exact number? Surely if me writing down that number could compromise everything having Mr. Octo on our payroll would catch a few lurking eyes? I know "Octo" isn't quite the same as a single-digit, but… like mon amour said, isn't this playing with fire? We haven't even opened our doors yet, but there's a good chance interacting with this Mr. Octo could shut us down pre-emptively. I'm not going to pretend like I understand how the Erratas work… but if mon amour is right, and someone is watching for that number, then this just seems like a bad idea.
Then again, it's mon amour who is worried about those kinds of things. And knowing him, he knows what he's getting into by associating with Mr. Octo. So… I say… fine. Let's go for it. But on the condition that Luthuli and I can veto Mr. Octo out at any point. I love you, mon amour, but sometimes you get clouded by your own ambitions.