Her face became serious.
“Why are you asking?”
Before I could explain, the restaurant door opened again.
Kyle stormed outside.
“Amber! What are you doing?”
“I’m taking my break.”
He noticed the bag.
“Did you give him food from the kitchen?”
“I paid for it.”
“I don’t care. You’re finished. Go collect your belongings.”
Amber stared at him.
“You’re firing me for helping someone?”
“I’m the manager. I make the decisions.”
Then he turned toward me.
His voice dropped.
“I saw you standing by the window with your phone.”
I remained quiet.
“What were you recording?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
He moved closer.
“Give me the phone.”
– No.
He tried to grab my jacket.
I stepped away, protecting my phone.
Amber moved between us.
“Kyle, stop!”
He pushed past her, and she stumbled against the wall.
That was enough.
I took out my phone and called 911.
