Daniel Grayson felt his heart sink as he watched the interaction unfold. The supervisor’s harsh words echoed in his mind, each syllable hitting him like a cold gust of wind. This wasn’t the culture he had envisioned for Grayson’s Market. His stores were supposed to be havens of warmth and respect, not places of fear and intimidation.
As the supervisor walked away, Daniel took a deep breath and approached the checkout counter. Kendra’s eyes widened in surprise as he gestured toward the items she was scanning. “How’s your day going?” he asked softly.
She forced a smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, just a bit hectic.”
