
Your boss slams the ledger.
Missing trays. Missing linens.
“No one signed. No one paid.”
He glares across the counter.
“You covering this?”
You nod, pockets lighter, pride gone.










Your boss slams the ledger.
Missing trays. Missing linens.
“No one signed. No one paid.”
He glares across the counter.
“You covering this?”
You nod, pockets lighter, pride gone.