“Do I pay you to sleep when you’re supposed to protect my house and the people inside it?” he asks with a calm I don’t believe he holds. No one says anything; they just shake their heads. “Then where were you when someone broke into my wife’s bedroom?!" he screams, making them flinch. “Where were you?” he screams again. “I’ve always treated you with respect, made sure your working hours weren’t too tiring, and you took advantage of me. Don’t you think I know half of you spend the nights in clubs? But I don’t say anything as long you’re doing your jobs.”
