behavior to management?”
Robert turned a slow, warning glare toward Lupita. She hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze. “Several times, sir.”
“To whom?”
She looked directly at the general manager. “To human resources. To the shift supervisors. To anyone who would listen to me.”
Robert’s face tightened into stone. “I don’t recall any formal documentation reaching my desk.”
Lupita opened her mouth to speak, but stopped herself. Ethan understood instantly. It wasn’t that she was afraid of lying; she was afraid of telling the truth in front of the man who held her livelihood in his hands.
“Tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM,” Ethan announced, looking directly at Robert, “I want every single internal employee grievance and guest complaint log from the last twelve months on my desk. Unfiltered.”
Robert nodded stiffly. Patricia began to cry openly now, while Karla stared blankly at the floor, completely
