"Those who are unwilling to compromise can only focus on the fact that Cliff doesn't like me. Apex 23S. The fastest update"
Unlike Maya, Zach wants to give this story a correct conclusion, right? Cliff can't put down his pride and generously allow her to start the future without any harm. He can only use Zach, the almighty 'nuisance' to do it. own arguments.
"Hypocritical!" The girl who interrupted naturally insisted on her conclusion.
Zach didn't want to argue, so he asked Louise, "What should we do now?" Zach's arrangement could not be implemented, "Does Benjamin have any ideas?"
Louise shook her head, "I asked Benjamin when I came back. He said to call him when you have new ideas."
There's no way to say whether this is Benjamin's reliability or unreliability. Zach waved his hand and looked at the time. It was already close to the time Derek brought people here.
"Alice." Zach didn't want to talk to Maya, "What are your plans for today?" The words that need not be said are, 'Can you bring a few more people? '
Alice glanced at Zach and began to answer, "We will go to the hospital to visit Teacher Su in the morning." Teacher Su, that butt chin, the guy who uses the philosophy of mourning the death of the banshee, is heading towards the end step by step, "His body is getting worse and worse. It's getting worse. I've been in the hospital for a few days and today is the last day. We want to say goodbye." If Alice has said this, then this is impossible to change...
Someone is addicted to interrupting, "Unless your 'brother' has done some miraculous surgery to extend the painful life of this poor teacher!"
Tsk. Maya has had enough, and is still holding on to the last time Derek saved Teacher Su with surgery... To Maya, that's not a doctor saving a patient, it's a human trying to play god, isn't it~
Zach shook his head helplessly, "Derek is on leave today. He will not be near the hospital. You can rest assured and enjoy Mr. Su's ending." At the same time, Zach also understood that he was the one who planned the morning schedule of these teenagers. There is no hope.
Maya snorted and stopped talking.
"In the afternoon, we will go to Parker Elementary School for a meeting." Alice continued, "Parker Elementary School will have its final semester next week. The nursery school during the summer vacation may be open again during the winter vacation. Parker Elementary School is still considered to be Laura, the third generation of the West District, and our club extracurricular programs, we need to discuss it.”
Before continuing with the plot, it’s important to mention that yes, Alice and Zach spoke. But, just like this, a specific, comprehensive, and thoughtful answer. This means, end the conversation.
Zach nodded. Alice had already made it very clear, hadn't she? The afternoon trip was not something outsiders should participate in.
Alice also nodded and took Maya, who seemed ready to interrupt again, to find Matthew.
Zach looked back at Louise with a look of helplessness on his face, "What should we do."
"Mo." Louise just suggested, "She has plans to attend Sophia's meeting today. Maybe we can..."
"Take a bunch of kids to a fan meeting for the lead character of an adult soap opera." Zach was simply summarizing Louise's advice. Adulting only means that twisted and tangled polyamorous relationship. After all, in the scenes that Zach occasionally glimpses, Sophia is either between lovers and lovers, or between lovers and lovers’ lovers...
Louise pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Zach glanced towards the living area. Old Hank was in a daze at the door, probably thinking the same thing. Don't be surprised, old Hank needs Derek, the real Grande. If he had the chance to win over Derek, he wouldn't let it pass.
But when it comes to how to help Derek enjoy family time, this old man is no better than Zach.
When he heard the sound of the car approaching from far away, Zach naturally thought that it was Laura coming to pick up her friend. friend. This gave Zach a little inspiration.
"Call Fitz."
"Well?" Louise, "What did you think of?"
"If we can only stay in Grande, at least let Derek relax and know that the people playing with his children are not a bunch of ex-convicts." Zach curled his lips, "If we play dungeon games, me and The Benjamins won’t be too weird.”
"Good idea." Louise smiled, "I've always wanted to attend one of your game nights~" and went to make a call.
Zach wasn't worried at all about Fitz's lack of time, one of those socially inept people with no other friends. Zach was sure they'd come running when his long-lost 'cool friend' called them...
But Zach was wrong about one thing. When the sound of the car stopped, Laura did not appear. It was Louise who was dialing the number and was slightly surprised behind the counter, "Zach, we have a customer."
Still the master of Grande, work still needs to be done.
After the programmed pick-up process, Zach had already sat back in the office, looked at the female customer opposite, and thoughtfully pushed the tissue on the table. Oh, it's not to make the other party wipe away his tears. In fact, there is no moisture on this client's face, only the makeup that has been spent to the point that it can no longer be spent. On the way here, this client has already cried.
That's good, at least Zach is now a calm customer. Alas, sluggish is more accurate.
Someone has to start, "I'm sorry for your loss, please, is it your..." Zach needs the other person to complete the last title.
"Husband, husband. He is my husband."
Zach nodded and filled in 'male' on the record sheet in front of him.
"Your accent." Zach just tried to make the other person relax, "I noticed a little accent, aren't you from the East?"
"No, uh, yes." The customer was a little confused, "We just moved to this city." His thoughts seemed to be drifting uncontrollably, and his expression switched between smiles and sluggishness, "We, haha, just bought a new house. . We, um, are renovating..." Obviously the human brain is still looking for its place in memories and reality.
Zach didn't bother, even though there was still a lot to fill out on the form. But anyone with feelings knows better than to interrupt now.
"Decorating, us, our home..."
Zach pushed the tissue again, this time with tears.
Zach is very patient.
Most of the customer reception in the funeral industry is like this. What controls the rhythm is that the customer's rationality is basically offline when they need the funeral industry.
"Hug, I'm sorry..." Occasionally, the client wiped his face vigorously, and raised his swollen eye sockets in the direction of Zach, "He, uh, he is in the hospital now. The nurse said I should go early. Contact the funeral home because, because his body, body, body..." is offline.
"Which hospital? I should probably have someone pick your husband up here now."
Grande cooperates with the hospital, remember, so Zach at least understands something, a more realistic, even cold fact. The hospital is a place to save people, so when a person no longer has a chance to be saved, the hospital continues to be there for him. Any extra use of resources on your body is a waste. This waste includes maintaining owned bodies. Attribution means in a broad sense that the hospital has no right to decide on the subsequent research, use, and disposal of the body.
At this time, the natural meaning is that someone has claimed the body of the client’s husband.
"Bei, that hospital in North District." This customer couldn't even name the hospital. Understandable, she just said, she just moved here.
Zach gave the other party a wait signal and started calling to notify the hospital. Then he got up and needed to send someone to pick him up, right? Just give the client some time to process her emotions.
As soon as Zach came downstairs, Louise pointed upstairs and said, "How is it up there?"
"The new widow." Zach shook his head, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Louise expectantly, "You want to go up..."
"No." He simply said, "I can't relate to it." This is an inside joke of a vampire couple. Can you accept it? Louise cannot be a widow.
Zach smiled, "Okay, I need someone to go to the hospital to pick up the body. Where is Charlie?"
"I don't know." Louise glanced at the living area, "I'm probably spending time with Russell." She sealed Zach's mouth first, "I won't go, Fitz and the others will come over in half an hour. We're not even planning to go there." Rand accepts everyone. There are a lot of people coming now, and we need to prepare. Well, food and the like..." Louise blinked, probably she didn't know what to prepare.
"That's true." Zach curled his lips and left it to Louise to consider, while he walked towards the living area, "We have a guest who needs a funeral." Zach said as he passed by Old Hank, It's a notification.
Old Hank didn't show any reaction.
Zach didn't say much. He glanced at the eyes in the living area with some indifference. He was too lazy to go further in. Unfortunately, he didn't see any of the employees Russell, Logan, Charlie, and Bain that he could command at this glance. Don't feel pity for Zach's sorrow that he can only look for these four pairs among these many pairs of eyes. We are watching him do this by himself, right? He deserves it.
Zach was about to raise his voice to summon his employees to appear. As soon as he opened his mouth, a look that was obviously different from all the looks staring at him came closer.
Zach glanced at the new employee, Dale Walker, who was still holding a breakfast tray. The other party also looked at him, "We have work, boss?"
Dale looked back at his colleagues, and finally focused on the old Hank at the door who ignored Zach at all. His voice was a little loud, "The funeral work that is on our file and really belongs to us?"
Old Hank made some moves. He turned back and glanced at Dale, his wrinkled face twitching. It seems that he heard Dale's hint. Regardless of what Grande's real job is, the funeral industry is Grande's only identity that can clearly exist in this city.
No matter what happened between Hank Sr. and Zachary Grande, the funeral industry is a job that both parties must do seriously.
Only now did Zach see the four employees he could command appear on the stairs and look this way. Forget it, Zach waved his hand, "I need someone to pick up a body from North District Memorial Hospital." The name had been confirmed when calling the hospital. Zach said the name and looked at Old Hank since Dale had reminded Old Hank. After getting involved, Zach is the generous boss, "Whoever is free now, you can arrange it..."
"I'm free." The plates in Dale's hands were stuffed into Evan's hands who came over and didn't know what to do. When Evan just opened his mouth, Dale stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth, "I need a car, I don't have the key to the warehouse."
Zach looked at Dale and then at Old Hank to confirm whether Old Hank had any objections.
Old Hank just looked away again, which was his acquiescence.
Zach nodded to acknowledge receipt and greeted the key to the warehouse next to Logan's living area, which was in Logan's hand. Didn't you forget, "You go with Dale and teach him the process by the way."
Logan was also a quiet guy who knew what he was going to do. He nodded to accept the order, gave Dale a glance and left the living area.
Now that everyone is here, Zach once again glanced at the eyes staring at him, especially Evan who was struggling to swallow his food. "There will be some guests from Grande today. Old Hank should have mentioned it, Derrick and his children." , and some friends, and Benjamin. I hope everyone behaves well."
"Perform better? Ha! Should we perform a few shows!" It was just a noise hiding behind others, "Who do you think we are!"
Zach was too lazy to talk nonsense, turned around and left, and said to Old Hank, "Please watch your people closely. Not for me, but for Derek Grande."
After twitching again, Old Hank became very angry and said, "Give me the right word! When will you leave!"
Zach turned his head on the front porch stairs in the living area and looked at Old Hank at the door. Of course, there are also the happy eyes of a pair of people inside the door, "I can't give you any accuracy, you know you are waiting for the news over there."
there? If it weren't for a bunch of humans watching, this term would have been directly replaced by Sabbat.
"When can they give you the news?"
Zach is still generous. He knows that Old Hank is in a bad mood. Derek Grande entrusts his family time to Zach, not him. The only thing he can do is, as Zach said, 'Look after yourself. People', haha, what's this? Nothing counts!
So Zach just spread his hands and said, "I don't know." Finally, he smiled and never looked back.
come back to the office. Taking time to process emotions is exactly what this client needs. When Zach sat back behind the desk again, the other party's face was truly calm. Although there were still some ups and downs in her tone when she spoke, in the end, it was and funeral themes.
"I have a question about the funeral." The customer looked at Zach, "I, I heard Grande is the most, um, most..." She didn't know how to describe it, upscale? Uh, just skip it, "I want to give my husband a traditional funeral, but, uh, I'm a little, um, worried about his state..."
Zach had his notes ready because it sounded like the other side was going to start making demands, "Please say, we at Grande will do our best. This is our job."
"Thank you, thank you." The customer's eyes were no longer on Zach. He didn't know where he was, out of focus. "He, uh, he has no heart..."
Starts weird, then continues, "Liver, lungs, kidneys, hip bones, over here, uh, what's this called, joint..."
Zach was very sure that if this was almost all the internal organs of the human body, the starting point was, 'He didn't'. The pen in his hand is recording, which should be a requirement for grooming.
"Left arm..." The customer was making gestures, from the upper arm to the fingertips, and "right leg..." was also bending down and trying to make gestures. Zach did not stop him and continued to record. This only shows that the filler that needs to be filled in the body is not limited to the skin. After all, Zach has been the owner of this funeral home for so many years, he is so professional.
"Well, and, he, he has no eyes..." The client raised his body from the gesture, and raised his hand to his eyes, then slid down and leaned lightly on his face, as if he had no strength to continue to give Zach Instructions, "He uh, he has no skin... He uh, he uh..."
Zach didn't let any expression appear on his face, just recorded and then remained quiet. thinking? pity. Poor man, poor wife.
"Is this, is this common..." The customer seemed to have regained some strength, leaning forward against the table, looking at Zach, "I, I mean, you, you are in the funeral industry, you, you have seen many Corpses, right? Do I, my husband, see this often?"
Zach could answer 'No, it's not common at all to find a body like your husband's with so little left. 'Well, no. Zach's answer was, "Sometimes in some very extreme accidents, the body of the deceased will be like this..." It can be considered a very neutral answer.
was interrupted.
"No. He, he just fell off the ladder, what, some lump broke his head..." Excited? Yes, the client stared at Zach, "He, he's still alive, he just fell asleep... The doctor said he wouldn't wake up, and then, then he was an organ donor, and there was, a card, in his In the wallet, those doctors..."
Well,*.