Amber noticed that nightly tip totals often failed to match what employees actually received.
“When I asked him,” she said, “he told me cash shortages were being deducted.”
“That isn’t our policy.”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I tried.”
“What?”
“Twice.”
“I never got a call.”
“I left messages.”
“With whom?”
She hesitated.
“Your office.”
Rosie’s had a small administrative office downtown where payroll and vendor paperwork were handled.
My assistant there was Nina Price.
She had worked for me for nine years.
“Nina?”
Amber nodded.
“She said she’d tell you.”
A knot formed in my stomach.
“Did you email?”
“Once.”
“To what address?”
“Your business address.”
I checked my phone.
No message.
Not in spam.
Not archived.
Nothing.
“Show me.”
Amber pulled up her sent folder.
There it was.
Three weeks earlier.
Subject: Concern about tip deductions and customer payments.
Sent to me.
And copied to Nina.
