She had to get out of here. Sweat beaded on her forehead. It was around noon, and the sun was already beating down mercilessly. This wasn't surprising, it was the middle of summer after all. The work she did wasn't particularly strenuous, but it required a pace that was difficult to maintain on a day like this. Jenna placed the last tray of fruit on one of the long tables covered with a snow-white tablecloth and wiped her...