Then one night near the end of August, we were talking about the car she wanted.
I asked how much she had saved.
Sloan got strangely quiet.
“Actually…”
That tone immediately got my attention.
“What?”
“Santiago still owes me for every single shift.”
“How much?”
She looked down at her phone.
“All of it.”
I thought I had misunderstood her.
“All of what?”
“My summer pay.”
I just stared at her.
Apparently, Santiago had told her at the beginning that he would pay her every two weeks.
After the first two weeks, he said business had been slow and asked if she could wait until the following week.
Sloan said okay.
Then his card reader supposedly broke, and he needed cash for supplies.
Then there was an issue with his bank.
Then he promised he would “square everything up” at the end of July.
July came and went.
No money.
By August, Sloan had started asking him before almost every shift.
And somehow there was always another excuse.
I could feel myself getting angrier with every sentence.
“Sloan, why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged.
“Because I wanted to handle my own job.”
“You worked all summer for free.”
“I know.”
“Do you even know how much he owes you?”
That was when she unlocked her phone.
“Yes.”
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