The bouncer led us all into a room with a desk and chair and two additional chairs. It was small and cramped and otherwise unadorned. He directed his charge to one chair. The girl followed and stood next to him. The guy from the hallway tried to squeeze in too.
Thinking better of sitting the manager next to his aggressor, I directed him to a corner behind the desk then I took charge. Looking at the guy in the shirt and tie, I asked him, “I assume you work here?”
He nodded.
“And your name is?”
“Geoff.”
“I’m not here to play games. Geoff, what?”
“Jamison. I’m one of the assistant managers.”
“You’re a damn rapist is what you are!” the other man spat at him. I put out a hand to quiet him.
The door, which was only partially closed given the crowd already jammed into the small room, swun
