The second room felt smaller and meaner. Refrigerant hissed with anxious energy, and the air hit like a slap. Here, everything was clinical: stainless steel racks, barcode scanners, and a meticulous choreography of cartons moving in and out. A worker in a bright jacket moved quickly, breath visible, hands practiced as a surgeon’s—checking temps, scanning codes, logging every motion in a tablet that fogged at the edges.
Three Freezer Rooms
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