He Froze Me Out, so I Made His Legacy Burn
As the quality control supervisor of an import company, I need to finish up the storage of the final batch of king crabs before the Independence Day festivities.
Just after entering the subzero freezer, the door is immediately locked shut. The alarm system also fails.
When I realize I'm starting to lose body heat, I immediately take out the hand warmers from the emergency kit.
However, the moment I apply them, a chilling sensation makes me instantly realize something is wrong.
I scream from the cold, and the walkie-talkie transmits the boisterous laughter of my fiance, Martin Clay.
"We're live-streaming and challenging the company's 'Ice Queen' to be locked in the freezer. Let's see how long she lasts!"
The flirty voice of his female colleague, Lilian Saunders, also comes through, "Sierra, smile for the folks in the live stream! The number one donor wants to see it!"
I instantly understand that they're live-streaming a prank on me.
Not only did they lock me in the freezer, but they've also replaced my life-saving hand warmers with cooling patches meant for fevers!
I grit my teeth, trying hard to stay calm as I call out to them for help. "The spare… spare hand warmers… Give them to me!"
My fiance's voice rings out from the walkie-talkie, sounding unconcerned, "Oops! Lily gets cold easily, and it's her time of the month. The spares are all being used to keep her belly warm!
"You're so healthy that you can just jump around a little and you'll warm up! You might even get some tips from the number one donor!"
I stop arguing with them.
With frozen hands, I pull out the signal flare gun and aim it at the most valuable and mysterious cargo in the freezer—a tube of frozen sperm worth 200 million dollars.