That week, he tried to send me home three times as if I wasn’t needed (I was supposed to work 40 hours per week), or I had done something wrong, and tried to write me up for trivial nonsense. He also scribbled with ink on my leather jacket, and was stealing my food. I saw the writing on the wall, and approached the owner’s son cautiously to outline what I knew before he could get me fired. I was terrified of being falsely accused of wrongdoing and I was protective of the company as I was truly grateful for the job. The owner’s son arranged for me to go to the owner’s office and had me repeat what I had overheard during lunch.
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