"My family doesn't own the seafood restaurant. We own the small diner next door. You guys got it wrong."The moment I hit send, the group chat went dead silent for a couple of seconds.Then, my coworker, Stanley Graham, dropped a video into the chat.In the clip, I walked into the seafood place. The hostess saw me and smiled, "Hey Dylan, welcome back. What do you feel like eating today?"Stanley sent a string of question marks."You call this 'not your restaurant'? If it isn't, why did she say 'welcome back' and ask what you wanted to eat?"Look, Dylan, nobody's trying to freeload off you. I'm paying to support your business, and you're putting on airs and making excuses? That's pretty uncool."My heart sank. Someone had secretly filmed me after work yesterday.Just as I started typing an explanation, Hector Weaver, who usually joked around with me, chimed in first. "Come on, Dylan. Is this really necessary? Nobody's after your money.""Exactly. It's not like we can't afford s
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