His face turned pale.
Manager (whispering):
“…It can’t be you.”
The grandfather slowly reached into his pocket and placed an old silver key on the counter.
Grandfather (calm):
“I was told this store would one day be protected by my family.”
The employee blinked, confused.
Employee:
“What are you talking about?”
The manager stepped back in shock.
Manager:
“He… he’s the original heir.”
The little girl looked up, confused but hopeful.
Girl (softly):
“Grandpa… is this really ours?”
The employee went silent, realizing everything.
CUT TO BLACK.
