When the proprietor, posing as a patron, noticed a waitress at his cafe with a broken hand, he was astonished by what he found. 😲😲😲
Burned coffee and fried bacon, which seemed to be absorbed into the building’s walls, filled the air with their lasting scent. Denise stood in the midst of all of this chaos, carrying platters with just one arm—the other was broken, immobile, and suffering silently. She feigned a grin while serving plates and heating coffees as though nothing was wrong, even though every movement of her left hand caused her wince. 😲
Ross, the manager behind the counter, scolded her with even the smallest error.
“Hurry up, Denise,” he said in a commanding voice that broke over the background din. Customers cannot be made to wait.
The diners exchanged glances and murmured pity as they were astounded by Ross’s brutality. Denise listened to all of the remarks and taunts, but nothing deterred her. Her rent and the bills didn’t wait either.
Harold, the undercover owner, was sitting quietly at a table in the corner when he started to notice some disturbing details. In the moment that followed, he observed Ross’s peculiar behavior, which appeared to be more concerned with applying more pressure than with assisting Denise, when he witnessed her slip a little and spill a glass of water.
It was a power play, not merely an accident. Denise had heard Ross discussing dubious activities a few weeks prior, and he had responded out of proportion when she questioned him about it.
Harold watched the situation while sipping his coffee. He had witnessed Ross make fun of Denise’s hardships, bully her, and disregard her pleas for assistance. He ventured into the office and found documents that appeared to be at odds with the official account. There were hints that Ross was attempting to silence Denise and that he had a scheme to defame her.
The reality he found was far more profound than he had anticipated. 😲😲😲
Harold’s heart pounded. He had recently uncovered shocking information that revealed deeper practices than he had ever thought possible in addition to Ross’s misuse of power.
His gut told him he needed to move fast. Leaving a few bucks on the table, he rose quietly and slipped into the rear kitchen, where Ross frequently hung out.
Unaware, the management failed to see Harold come in. He was occupied in reprimanding another worker for a small error. Harold walked up quietly, his phone in hand, listening to what Ross said.
He was confident that the evidence he had just collected would be sufficient to defeat the man. However, it wasn’t all. His first thought, to just contact the police and testify, seemed inadequate today. He desired to make the truth known to the world.
Harold’s mind was racing with ideas as he exited the workplace. He was aware that the city would be rocked by his revelation of all of this.
However, he also understood that Denise was only one of many victims here, despite her pain. He would carry out his planned action not only for her but also for everyone who was harmed by this despot.
He now had a mission: to bring Ross down and reveal the truth to the public. The scene he had witnessed at the diner was only the beginning.
