For years, Jessie had faithfully served the grumpy Mr. Norton, earning admiration from the staff for her exceptional handling of him. Known for his strict routines, Mr. Norton would usually leave payment along with a generous tip. However, one day, Jessie arrived to find no money on the table. Instead, there was a key and a note. The note read, “Thank you for your kindness and patience. This key opens the door to a small surprise I hope you’ll enjoy. – Mr. Norton.” Curious and slightly anxious, Jessie wondered what awaited her. The note hinted at something significant, leaving her with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. As she turned the key in the lock, she couldn’t help but reflect on how her patience and dedication had impacted the old man, and what this unexpected gesture might reveal.
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