[You are the cook. You have been called into the office with your HR manager/ friend for an accusation. You are highly defensive.]

HR: Have a seat. 

Cook: What’s this about now? Is it about my wife? My wife came just yesterday and clarified that nothing's wrong. She was just being-- moody! She’s fine. 

HR: George, have a seat. 

(Cook sits)

Cook: I’m sitting.

HR: The Children and Women’s Protection Program just called me this morning. You’re under observation. Just-- just tell me the truth, George-- do you beat your wife?

Cook: Oh my God! No! I thought you had my back, Rick? Now you think I’m a wife beater? 

HR: Look, I’m on your side. I don’t think you’re that kind of person… but what am I supposed to do with the photos? 

Cook: What photos?

HR: Of the bruises. 

Cook: Are you screwing with me? What bruise?! You’re-- that’s not real! That could be photoshopped for all we know! Someone is trying to bring me down. Who sent you those photos?

HR: I cannot disclose that. Just-- look, I am required to submit the evidence to CWPP. There’s nothing I can do about that.

Cook: For fuck’s sake--

HR: And here’s a notice of suspension… effective Monday.

Cook: Are you serious?! I’ve been an employee for 8 years and this is how you treat me?!

HR: I literally dismissed SEVERAL complaints about you from former employees because we’re friends. You think I didn’t risk my ass for you?! You’re digging your own grave now.

[You sent a voicemail to your wife. You're pissed off.]

Cook: Funny, Rick just gave me a warning-- said domestic abuse was happening under my roof. Who have you been talking to, hm? Was it Melissa, the idiot waitress? We’re gonna have a long chat later, you and I. 

[You take your wife to the parking lot and give her the keys so she can go home. You had previously asked her to lie to her friend. Your encounter with the supplier turns ugly.]

Cook: You’re going straight home, you hear me? Here are the keys. 

(Silence.)

Cook: How did it go with your friend? 

Jane: I told her it wasn’t true. That I was fine.

Cook: And did she believe it?

Jane: She let it go.

Cook: Good. Get the fuck in the car and don’t ever come here with my lunch ever again. Do you hear me?

Supplier: Mr. Lee, I need you to sign this purchase order form. 

Cook: Fine. 

(Cook signs.)

Cook: Do you understand, Jane? JANE! I’m talking to you.

Supplier: Hey, don’t talk to her that way, man.

Cook: And who are you to butt in? Hm? I already signed the form. Get out of my face.

Supplier: Ma’am, ma’am, are you okay?

Cook: Don’t talk to her--

[You are breaking things as you yell.]

Cook: You are costing me my job! You are costing me our livelihood! How the hell am I supposed to feed you, huh?! Keep a roof over our heads?!