The Breakfast Shop Downstairs Is the Time Management Bureau

At five o'clock in the morning, I was at the breakfast stall and saw the boss rolling out the glowing "time", putting it in the pan, and frying it into fried dough sticks. He said he could hire me part-time and the reward would be "borrowing" some time. I thought it was a cheat from the sky, until I found out that someone wanted to buy all the time someone else had before they died and make it last forever - this job suddenly turned into a life-threatening one.