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

meeting with the owner tomorrow morning.”

She looked at her husband then – because he had walked in behind Mr. Harris, quieter than I’d ever seen him. Shorter, somehow. He didn’t meet her eyes.

The owner’s name was Gerald Whitman. I had seen him maybe a dozen times in ten years. He was the kind of man who signed checks and attended grand openings and continue reading …