“I’m an investigative journalist.”
He held up his credentials.
“I need you to preserve your security footage from the last ten minutes.”
The manager looked toward the burger still lying on the floor.
Then back at my husband.
“It won’t be deleted.”
“Thank you.”
Only then did my husband turn toward the woman in the cream suit.
She smirked.
“Oh, this should be entertaining.”
He looked at her calmly.
“I think so too.”
Then he tapped his screen.
The red “LIVE” indicator appeared.
“Good afternoon,” my husband said to the camera. “I’m Daniel.”
He turned the camera toward Celeste.
“A few moments ago, this woman publicly humiliated a pregnant stranger inside this restaurant. The security cameras recorded everything.”
He glanced toward the manager.
