The attendant was right behind her, practically shaking. "Sir, I'm sorry, I should've said something, I know I should've said something, please, I've got rent due next week, thirty thousand dollars, I don't have thirty thousand dollars, please sir, please..."
Caldwell looked at them both for a long moment.
Then he looked away.
"Security will escort you both out," he said simply. "Your termination letters will be sent to your registered addresses."
The cashier made a sound that was almost a sob.
The attendant grabbed her arm like he needed the support.
Guiying watched them be walked toward the service exit and felt the same thing he'd felt earlier, standing on this concourse, watching this whole thing unfold.
Nothing.
They'd stood there.
They'd watched.
They'd said nothing while a woman screamed slurs at a paying customer, and they'd said nothing when she raised her hand.
Whatever was landing on them now, they'd had the choice to prevent it and had chosen not to.
