My Boss’s Wife Called Me a Thief in Front of Customers

moving again. A regular named Mr. Alvarez smiled as I handed him his receipt. “Mary, they should put you in charge of this place.”

Before I could respond, Mrs. Whitman materialized beside my register. Her smile was sharp.

“In charge?” she said. “Of what, exactly? Missing coupons and misplaced cash?”

I went still.

The customer went still.

She looked directly continue reading …