trusted him. Meanwhile, customers complained about rude service, and longtime employees noticed that people who looked poor were being turned away. My kitchen worker, Luis, even told me Kyle had removed the donation jar. I ignored the warning signs until guilt finally pushed me to investigate.
I disguised myself in an old jacket, worn boots, and a gray cap, carrying only four dollars. When I entered Rosie’s and asked for soup, the hostess claimed every table was occupied, despite several empty seats. Just as I prepared to leave, a waitress named Amber approached and offered me a place by the window. She served me chicken and dumpling soup with warm bread and refused to take my money.
Kyle soon appeared
and demanded that I leave, insulting me because I couldn’t afford a proper meal. Outside, Amber secretly offered me another portion of soup. When Kyle threatened her job for
