I Paid Six Dollars for a Mom’s Baby Formula. The Next Day, My Manager Called Me In and Handed Me an Envelope

if he were choosing his words carefully.

He slowly shook his head.

“No,” he said. “You are not in trouble.”

I blinked. “I am not?”

He finally sat, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temples the way he did on days that started too early and never slowed down.

“Company policy says we cannot interfere with transactions,” he said. “But managers have discretion.continue reading …