Two bad choices, one answer

You walk into his office and he's sitting behind an old dilapidated wooden desk staring at the computer monitor. He gestures you to his side of the desk, stands, and asks you to sit down. When you are seated, he hits the play button and watches you watch the security camera footage.

You know what's coming and it's going to be trouble.

The entire five-minute clip is of you helping yourself to some groceries from the walk-in a month ago. You didn't even know there was a camera in there! The only ones you knew of were in the hallway to his office and at the doors. It wasn't something you did often but tips were pretty sparse sometimes and the fridge at home was empty.

"That's prison time, Halle," Mick said with a smile on his face. "I've saved a couple of these over the last year and have the police on speed dial. . . unless you're willing to play ball of course".

"What do you want Mick?"

You stand, slowly exhaling and trying to think of a way out of this.

"How old are you Halle?" He asks with a big smile on his face.

"23 in four weeks boss."

He looks you up and down. "It's always a treat to get my hands on some 20-year-old ass," he replied as he licks his lips.

"All this because you want to have sex with me?"

"Have you seen Myra? I love the woman to **** but she's getting up there and isn't quite as into sex as she used to be. I'm betting you're a better ride than she is. So are ya playing ball?"

You shake your head. "I don't really have a choice you perv," you respond sounding a bit defeated.

"I changed your hours. You are the permanent closer now. This way I know where to find you when I want you."

You just nod, wanting to escape the room so you have time to think. Maybe you can come up with some alternative?

"Now get back out on the floor. People will wonder if you are gone too long."

You turn and walk out, then catch up to Alyssa and take your trays back. You have a funny feeling you're going to be busy this evening and not in a good way.