There’s a long hallway that leads to the bathrooms, and as I approach it, I hear voices engaged in an argument. One is a girl I don’t recognize, but I recognize the other immediately; it’s Matt, and he’s yelling.
“You know how this works! You think holding out is going to change things?”
“I…I don’t…” Whoever she is, she’s terrified. Her voice sounds like a pane of glass on the verge of shattering. Must be one of the servers or bartenders about to lose her job.
“There are consequences, and you know what those are, don’t you?”
“Matt, please, honey! Please, don’t!”
Honey? My gut tightens as I instantly realize what’s happening. Matt isn’t screaming at one of the girls in his employ. He’s screaming at Daisy.
I know what I should do. As one of Matt’s employees, as an employee of this club
