Michael’s face changed, his pretense of authority dissolving as fear crept in. His eyes darted around, searching for an escape from the web he had spun.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” he stammered. “You’re insane!”
Ignoring his feigned confusion, I continued, “You see, I’ve been conducting an audit of this establishment. The numbers have been erratic since you took over as Night Manager, and it didn’t take long to trace the discrepancies back to you. Chloe was simply your scapegoat.”
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