Chewed out by Mick

The voice coming from the back office is Mick's, as in, the owner of Mick's, as in, your boss. You shouldn't be surprised to hear him reacting to your little indiscretion like this. Mick is well-known for his temper, especially with the servers. This will not make him happy. Odds are very good that this little meeting will end with him canning your ass.

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

"What the fuck is this!" Mick yells, 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.

"No fucking shit!" the owner howls. "What the fuck else would it be! My own son has to come in here and tell me my slut employee is fucking her whore pussy in MY restaurant?"

"I'm sorry," you repeat. You're a little surprised by exactly how harsh he's being even with his reputation.

"No fucking shit you're sorry," he mutters. "There will be hell to pay for this, you whore."