![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() As soon as he was sure the man could walk by without soiling his shoes, Ori paused and politely waited for the man to pass. I’ll clean it up immediately,” Ori rushed out, scrambling to pick up the mess of scattered crockery and utensils, and move them out of the man’s way.Ĭlearing one side of the hallway first, Ori quickly made a path through the wreckage for the higher-ranking man. “What the hell…?” Highly polished black shoes stopped at the edge of the debris. Each item stared back at him, miraculously unscathed. Success! His fingers wrapped tightly around the delicate stem as the rest of the plates and silverware plummeted toward the dark oak floorboards.Īs the clatter peaked, then faded away, Ori’s attention flickered from one piece of expensive china to another, from one lead crystal glass to the next. Ori made one last attempt to catch a wine glass. The dishes and glasses spilled leftover food and wine across the floor as they tumbled out of his grasp. Scrabbling at the china, he desperately tried to catch more than a dozen fragile pieces of crockery at the same time. Ori’s grip on his tray of dirty plates faltered as he hunched over them in an effort to stay low and out of range. A plate smashed against the wall to his right-just where his head would have been, if his reactions hadn’t been so quick. ![]() Ori dropped to his knees, taking cover behind the waist-high partition that separated the dining area from the adjacent corridor. ![]()
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