Tuesday was ridiculously busy, as I knew it would be. Plus, there was the weekly staff meeting in the afternoon. I sat in the back, as usual, and noticed Titus at the front, talking to two managers, Bryce and Gus. One of them patted him on the back, and the other gave him a high five. Both of them handed Titus cash. What on earth was going on?
Just then, Barb came in and the meeting got underway. Titus hadn’t seen me as he immediately took a seat at the front, but Bryce and Gus sure did. Their smirks were not encouraging, and it was becoming annoying. All throughout the meeting, they would turn around and look at me, then chortle like I was the best joke they’d ever heard.
By the time the meeting was over—none of which I actually heard—I’d had enough. I watched Titus run out of the room
