Undercover Boss Bought Lunch at His Own Diner—Then Heard Two Cashiers Mock an Elderly Dishwasher

saw Troy smirk.

There it was.

The look of a man who believed he’d already won.

He leaned toward Megan.

“Perfect.”

She grinned.

“Another fifteen.”

Michael felt rage rising inside him.

Not yet.

Soon.

Very soon.

Less than ten minutes later, Troy approached Patricia.

“Boss?”

Patricia looked up from a stack of receipts.

“What now?”

Troy pointed toward the register.

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