e a hot coal on the polished woo

not what we agreed on. At minimum wage, for two months of

re you serious? You think your little vide

d, my voice getting stronger

m, not a me problem," Gabriell

desk. His face was red with anger. "I think you misheard

ression. They weren't just refusing to pay me;

thout my wages," I s

ce door and opened it, yelling into the kitchen.

l summer, appeared in the doorway. They looked from me

ed, pointing a perfectly manicured

his eyes apologetic.

had a new baby. They couldn' t

heir faces hard and triumphant. I turned and walked out, past the pityi

restaurant, the humiliation burning in my chest began