He exits the restroom, his decision as firm as the floor beneath his boots. Jenna is at Table Two now, effortlessly balancing dishes while deflecting Bryce’s thinly veiled barbs with a practiced smile. The kind of smile that reaches her lips but never her eyes.

Daniel approaches, and for a brief moment, Bryce’s eyes narrow, suspicious of the stranger’s return. But Daniel’s calm demeanor and a slight nod towards Jenna suggest a private matter, and Bryce, perhaps sensing Daniel’s authority, steps aside, albeit reluctantly.

Jenna follows Daniel to a quieter corner of the restaurant, her heart in her throat. She’s seen Bryce break people with less power than this man. But there’s resolve in Daniel’s eyes, and, perhaps, hope in Jenna’s.

“What’s going on here?” Daniel’s voice is low, meant just for her.

Jenna hesitates, the weight of her words hanging in the balance. “It’s Bryce,” she begins, glancing over to ensure they aren’t overheard. “He’s… not what this place needs. The staff—it’s like we’re working with a shadow over us. People are scared, and it’s affecting everything.”

Daniel listens, every word confirming suspicions he hoped were unfounded. “And the food? The service?”

“We try, we really do. But fear isn’t a good seasoning.” Jenna’s honesty is a razor, cutting through the corporate gloss that often hides the truth.

Daniel nods, the picture becoming clearer. “Thank you, Jenna. For your courage.” He pauses, considering his next move. “I’ll handle it. But I’d like to come back, maybe as myself next time. Talk to more of the staff.”

Jenna’s relief is palpable, a small victory in a larger war. “Of course, Mr. Whitmore. We’d appreciate that.”

Daniel nods again, gratitude in his gaze. “You did the right thing.” He turns to leave, his path resolute now, a plan forming with each step.

Outside, the neon signs flicker to life against the twilight, but inside, something more enduring than light begins to kindle—a promise that perhaps things will change, that perhaps the name Whitmore will stand for something more than just a brand. As Daniel steps into his truck, he knows this visit will not be forgotten, not by Jenna, not by the staff, and certainly not by him. It’s time to rewrite the story of his restaurant, one honest conversation at a time.