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

“I paid for it.”

“I don’t care. You’re finished. Go collect your belongings.”

Josie stared at him.

“You’re firing me for helping someone?”

“I’m the manager. I make the decisions.”

Then he turned toward me.

His voice dropped.

“I saw you standing by the window with your phone.”

I remained quiet.

“What were you recording?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

He moved closer.

“Give me the phone.”

“No.”

He tried to grab my jacket.

I stepped away, protecting my phone.

Josie moved between us.

“Trevor, stop!”

He pushed past her, and she stumbled against the wall.

That was enough.

I took out my phone and called 911.

Trevor laughed.

“Go ahead. Who do you think they’ll believe?”

When the dispatcher answered, I spoke clearly.

“My name is Ray Medina. I’m the owner of Dolly’s Restaurant on Grand Avenue. My manager has just become physically aggressive toward me and an employee. I also believe there may be an illegal payment-card device inside the restaurant. We need officers to investigate.”