The man smiled sadly. “Because he believes in this place. Or what it used to be.”
That sentence landed harder than any accusation.
Michael returned again that week. Each visit confirmed what he suspected and revealed something worse.
It wasn’t just apathy. It was exploitation.
He noticed how Megan and Troy handled cash. Small inconsistencies at first. Voided orders that didn’t make sense. Cash payments processed quickly, then erased. At busy moments, when customers stacked up and attention scattered, money seemed to disappear into pockets instead of drawers.
Michael didn’t confront them. He documented.
He sat where he could see the register clearly. He memorized sequences. He timed transactions. He noted which shifts showed the biggest discrepancies and whose names appeared on the logs.
The pattern sharpened.
They weren’t stealing randomly. They were careful. Methodical.
And then Michael noticed something colder.
They were laying groundwork.
On two separate occasions, Michael overheard Troy mention shortages that coincided with Henry’s shifts. Megan nodded along, adding small details that sounded rehearsed.
“Henry’s always paying for people,” she said once, just loud enough for a nearby manager to hear. “Makes you wonder where the money comes from.”
Michael felt a chill.
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