it.”

“I don’t care. You’re finished. Go collect your belongings.”

Amber stared at him.

“You’re firing me for helping someone?”

“I’m the manager. I make the decisions.”

Then he turned toward me.

His voice dropped.

“I saw you standing by the window with your phone.”

I remained quiet.

“What were you recording?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

He moved closer.

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

He tried to grab my jacket.

I stepped away, protecting my phone.

Amber moved between us.

“Kyle, stop!”

He pushed past her, and she stumbled against the wall.

That was enough.

I took out my phone and called 911.

Kyle laughed.

“Go ahead. Who do you think they’ll believe?”

When the dispatcher answered, I spoke clearly.

“My name is Frank Delgado. I’m the owner of Rosie’s Restaurant on Grand Avenue. My manager has just become physically aggressive toward me and an employee. I also