Chapter Four
A situation in freefall.
The boss needed to know, and fast. I found Andrew in the center of the largest crowd, on a swanky little dance floor next to the bar, bumping to some tacky ’70s music. I pushed into the crowd, not caring who I had to barge out of the way. Some of the assholes looked at me like I was a piece of garbage.
When I reached Andrew, he must have been alarmed by my expression.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“No,” I said leaning close to his ear, trying to make myself heard over the shitty disco beat. “Do you have somewhere we can talk without interruption?”
“The manager’s office,” he said, clearly noticing the serious tone of my voice. “Come with me.”
We dodged through the crowd and into the hallway that connected the kitchen and dining room. Halfway along
