Page 29 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

I frowned. "What happened?"

"I don't know. But everybody is standing at the window."

I pulled my mask down. "The window?"

She nodded. "Come see."

I followed her down the hallway toward the reception area, and the second I rounded the corner, I stopped. "What in the..."

Outside, two hibachi grills had been set up in the parking lot. Chefs in black uniforms worked both grills while steam rolled into the air, and the smell of garlic butter, grilled chicken, steak, fried rice, and vegetables drifted through the front doors every time they opened. Patients had abandoned their seats to look through the windows, children had their faces pressed against the glass, and even people from neighboring businesses were walking over trying to figure out what was going on.

Jasmine blinked. "I told you."

"What is this?"

"I have no idea."

“Maybe Dr. Simmons is treating us today.”

The office manager walked back through the front door looking just as confused as everybody else. She looked around the lobby. "Kaior?"

I looked up. "Yeah?"

"You need to come outside."

"Why?"

"Because apparently all of this is for you."

"Me?" I pointed at myself.

She nodded. "Girl, I don't know what you got going on, but it's got your name on it."

"I don't have anything going on."

"Well, somebody does," she laughed.

I walked outside completely confused. One of the hibachi chefs smiled the second he saw me. "Miss Bennett?"

"Yes."

He reached into his jacket and handed me the black envelope. "This was left for you."

"Who left it?"

"Mr. Sinclair."

My stomach dropped just a little. "Thank you."

I looked down at the envelope before slowly opening it. Inside was a thick black card with gold lettering.

I read it twice, then looked back up and mumbled to myself, "You've got to be kidding me."

"Everything's already been paid for," the chef said.

"For everybody?"

"Everybody."