An Excerpt from Chloe's Journal.
Back in the penitentiary, the good Cook we ever had, Dawson, got transferred to another facility and the new one, Bertha was shitty at making a decent meal. The Wardess couldn't give a damn about our opinion, so little by little, I spread rumors to the inmates to stage a riot about the meals. That didn't work of course, so I planted laxative in the kitchen when no one was looking. Three days and a thousand prisoners constantly throwing up after, Bertha was fired and we got a fairly good replacement.
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I served Nigel a plate of fried chicken at the canteen. Nigel had a penchant for having a big mouth and a likely rumor spreader, he sat with Old man Stone, the oldest worker at the ranch.
"Extra wings on the house courtesy of Anderson's upcoming party, hmm, what happens in a couple of days?" I pretended to ponder about it.
