Personal Narrative: Homicide In The Workplace

My alarm clock went off at 7:00 a.m. I didn’t have to be at work for another three hours, but by the time I blow dried my hair straight, found something to wear that actually still fit, made breakfast, and got my two year old ready for preschool; I was walking out the door by 8:30 a.m. This was a daily routine that would buy me enough time to drop off my daughter at school, pick up a cup of coffee, and still have a few minutes to enjoy it while it was hot. I unlocked the front door and rushed towards the back of the boutique to shut off the alarm. All of a sudden I stumbled upon something. “What the hell?” as I looked down “You’ve got to be kidding me!” What I had stumbled over was 2 large boxes full of Tommy Bahama merchandise we had received on Friday. It was now Monday, and I clearly recalled telling Cindy
Nir looked like your typical Israelite, tall, dark, and handsome. He had that Jewish business mentality, where if you’re not bringing money in, he doesn’t need you. So I knew he would not appreciate Cindy’s behavior. I told him the situation that had unfolded with her. Nir then told me that earlier in the day; the restaurant manager next door called him and told him that around 1:30 a.m. as he was throwing some trash into the dumpster; he saw Cindy inside the boutique’s storage, which is right next to the dumpster. He found it odd to see her inside the storage when the boutique closes at 10 p.m. on Sundays. Nir then said he went over the security footage on the cameras inside the boutique and in the storage room. This was news to me since the employees were told the cameras were nonworking. He then continued to tell me that on the security footage he saw Cindy fill up two large garbage bags with clothes and put them in the trunk of her car which was pulled up in front of the storage. Nir was obviously upset with the betrayal, since the very next day, he fired Cindy and decided to press charges against