Who Are You
Cheri confronted Jenna once more with a firm voice. “Jenna?” When I spoke “Jenna,” Jenna reluctantly nodded, her eyes lighting up with recognition. Cheri leaned closer to the window, her voice accusatory, “Y-yes?. Can I help you?” “I’m here to ask about that receipt in my husband’s pocket again. I looked at it again and something just doesn’t make sense about it.”
Who Are You
I Know What You Did
Jenna’s hands fidgeted with the cash register drawer while her eyes flitted frantically around. Cheri’s eyes furrowed as she said, “I… I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jenna’s face grew pale, and she stumbled, “I-I didn’t mean to. It was just… extra tips. I thought no one would notice.” “Don’t lie to me. I know what you’ve been doing. You’ve been stealing from us.”
I Know What You Did
