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She goes on to explain about closing the drawer too soon and having to calculate change. Everything went smoothly, yet he still treated her like she did something wrong.
“Add to that the amount of time he spent on his cell, and it was a weird night.”
“Did he at least help with the workload?”
She snorts. “Yeah right. He was texting the entire time. Honestly, I thought he was texting you to complain about me.”
I shake my head. “No. He called when you first got here to verify that I hadn’t fired you. I assured him that your name had been cleared, and that was the end of that.”
“Then who was he texting?” she mutters softly. “I mean, it seemed like he was super focused on that, like maybe something was wrong. At least when he wasn’t hounding me.”
“I’ll be dealing with how he treats you, I promise you that. As for the texting, I’ll address it. As the manager, I expect more from him.”
“I know you do. You and the club take pride in Purgatory, as you should. And up until a few weeks ago, I’d say Waylon did too.”
“What’s changed?”
“Other than his shitty attitude and treatment of staff?”
I clench my jaw. “Yeah.”
“How about the fact that, out of nowhere, he’s started accusing me of theft,” she snaps. “He and I have never had any issues, so I don’t know where his suspicion is coming from. It’s almost like he…”
“What?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“No, Skye. Finish your thought. It’s almost like he what?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he wants me to be guilty. But that’s crazy. Right?”
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, unease tingles along my spine. Waylon has been a great manager… until a few weeks ago. What’s changed? Is she right? Does he want her to be a thief? And if he does, why?
So many questions whip through my brain, and not a single answer presents itself.
“Rogue?”
“Huh?”
“That’s crazy, right?”
Maybe it’s not as crazy as she thinks.
“Of course, it is.”
CHAPTER 22
SKYE
Jez: You working today?
Me: Nope! Got the day off
Jez: Meet me at the deli across from boutique. 1 hour
Me: Everything ok?
Jez: We need to talk
