Chewed out by Gemma

The voice coming from the back office is Gemma's, your middle aged manager. You shouldn't be surprised to hear her reacting to your little indiscretion like this. Gemma has never been a fan of you or your attitude so this might give her all the justification she needs to can your ass.

You go with your metaphorical tail between your legs to the office and close the doors behind you. "Yes, Gemma?" you say, playing innocent. Not like it's going to do you any good.

"What is this?" Gemma says, pointing to the image Junior showed you from his phone. The horrible embarrassment is making you wish you had taken him up on his offer a little.

"I'm sorry," you say. "It's exactly what it looks like.

"I got that," she says. "Not only is this unprofessional, it's a health code violation. I mean, just look at it." She scoffs loudly. "What's wrong with you?" she says.

"I'm sorry," you repeat.

"What do you expect me to do about this?" Gemma asks.