Dinner for Two, Death for One
I ran into my boss when I was complaining to my best friend about how he actively made the workplace hostile for me.
He fired off a barrage of questions, "Where's the annual report? Where's the script for the speech? I can't believe you have the gall to enjoy a meal when you have a mountain of work to do!"
That was it.
I slammed the table. "It's due tomorrow! What's the rush? Are you going to hold a funeral for yourself tomorrow?"
My boss stormed off in a huff. I asked for the bill, but the waiter came with two. My table came up to 60 dollars, but the other ran up to 3,750.
"Your boyfriend said you're paying for both. Cash or credit, miss?"
Shawn Goodall put that impossible bill on my tab and called himself my boyfriend? Unbelievable!
I called him, utterly incensed. Yet, he had the gall to say, "Get the receipt and claim it from finance."
Then, he hung up.
The waiter was going to call the cops if I didn't pay up, so I had no choice but to accept this bitter defeat.
I was trying to claim the money the next day, but the cops arrested me instead.
"Shawn Goodall died at midnight and was found in his house. You're his girlfriend and the last person he met. You're coming with us."