One goes to the front door, one pushes through to the kitchen, and the other checks the long hallway that leads to the bathrooms and the manager’s office.
“What are you doing?” I call out.
No one bothers to answer.
The kitchen door swings open. Francia and Jorden are at the front of a very confused procession of line cooks and busboys.
“You’re closing early today,” Ivan announces. There’s no threat in his voice, but it’s impossible to miss the authority. “Enjoy the day off.”
Dino scowls at Ivan. “And who the f**k are you?”
Ivan’s eyebrow gives a subtle arch. “No one.”
“No one?” Dino parrots back.
Ivan nods. “Exactly. Keep practicing that. I’m no one. You saw nothing. Say it until you believe it if you don’t want any trouble.”
It’s almost worse that he’s talking softly. Almost warm
