Chick Fil A Mandela Effect Novels & Stories

Though Leila’s image is not as clean as Ayla’s, she still has a dignity she has to protect. Leila and Phyllis shared another round of Korean fried chicken while watching a movie. The moment that Phyllis pressed upload, the two cozily sat on the bean bag and ordered chicken. “Aren’t you going to check the video engagement?” Asked Leila as she dipped the cheese-coated chicken on the truffle dip. Phyllis shook her head as she savored the juicy chicken that she dipped in the sour cream dip. “It’s fine. I’m sure Taylor already gave his instructions to the influencers that he found.”

"Having lunch in the same place where we use to serve and get yelled at by rich customers." They both laughed reminiscing. "I was never cut out to be a waitress, I'm glad they moved me to being a maid." Della replied looking at the menu. "It's just weird, our lives changed so much. We used to eat at Chick-fil-A now we're here. It's overwhelming you know.." she paused. "Remember how we made fun of people for spending over $50 for a steak." "I still make fun of Andre for being one of those people.." "Now were one of those people." Mila added.

She rolls her eyes, “You wish, if you were a dude, you’d be ugly.” I laugh, “So would you bitch,” I drive out of the parking, and we make our way to the Maboneng Precinct, a small little strip of land with one of the finest restaurants in the whole of Johannesburg and one of them owned by Chantel and me, that we called Chillers. We get to Chillers, and it is packed, but we have our rooftop private table, and the hostess takes us there and leaves to bring us our drinks. “So, when is your mans coming back to town?”

It was astonishing how quickly the tables turned. Felicia, Chad, and their family were now barred from The Gourmand. Felicia was still determined to find a way in. She grabbed Chad, saying, “Chad, you’re from the Wilson family. You have a member card. Show it to him!” Chad approached Bryan once more with resignation, holding out his silver member card. “Mister Grayson, I’m a silver member of The Gourmand’s. Over the years, I’ve spent a few million dollars…”

Who knew what it looked like now? She exhaled and rested a hand on her lower abdomen. If Wesley hadn't cheated. If they'd had a baby together. Maybe things would've worked out. Too bad he'd ruined it. Her phone buzzed with a notification: [Cheswick Tech stock plummets. Founder Wesley Cheswick spotted drunk on the street.] The photo showed Wesley outside the company building, scruffy, eyes glassy. She stared for three seconds. Then she locked the screen and tossed the phone aside.