10 AM the next day.
Stillwater County Committee Compound.
In the county mayor's office, 39-year-old Jonah Wright was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a teapot, leisurely savoring his tea.
He felt very good.
Donal Lewis died suddenly, leaving a mess for him to clean up.
Without a doubt, he was about to be promoted to the top position.
What could be happier than getting promoted and rich?
"How's it going at the funeral home?"
Jonah Wright asked.
The secretary was helping him wipe the table and said, "I just called the funeral home, and they said hardly anyone has come to pay respects, it's quite deserted."
Upon hearing this answer.
Jonah Wright smiled knowingly.
He said, "I hear the crematorium at funeral homes has a queue too, right?"
"That's true."
The secretary said.
Jonah Wright sipped his tea and said, "Donal Lewis is being cremated tomorrow morning, but what if the furnace is so busy it gets pushed to the afternoon or evening?"
