I dressed like a homeless man and walked into my own restaurant to see how my employees treated people who couldn’t afford a decent meal. I expected some unfriendly attitudes and perhaps a few rude remarks. Instead, I uncovered something so alarming that I eventually had to contact the police

My first instinct was to return inside, reveal my identity, and fire Trevor immediately.

But then I realized that if the device disappeared, proving what I’d seen could become difficult.

So I stepped toward the side window and discreetly recorded the hostess area from outside.

Several minutes later, another customer approached to pay.

I watched Brittany repeat the same suspicious movement beneath the counter.

Now I had something investigators could examine.

Suddenly, the restaurant door opened.

I quickly lowered my phone.

It was Josie.

She carried a white paper bag.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re still here,” she said. “Are you okay?”

She noticed my scraped hands.

“I’m so sorry about what happened.”

“I’m all right.”

She handed me the bag.

“There’s more soup inside, some bread, and a little money. Please take it.”

I looked at her.

“Why would you risk getting into trouble for a complete stranger?”