The meal budget was only one hundred and fifty dollars a day for nearly a hundred workers. With today’s prices, that money could hardly fill everyone’s stomach.
I worried the workers wouldn’t have enough strength to do their jobs, so I often used my own money to buy extra meat.
Daniel once told me Wanda loved shrimp, so even when it was expensive, I still bought it every few days, always choosing the freshest ones.
But lately, the shrimp at the market hadn’t looked good, so I stopped buying them. I never imagined that a simple choice would turn into “evidence” that I was stealing their money.
I took a deep breath. My voice wasn’t loud, but it was firm and clear. “Whoever wants this job can have it. I’m done. I’m going back home tomorrow morning.”
Then I turned and walked out.
When I got back to the small storage room I used as a dorm, I began packing a few clothes into my old travel bag. Suddenly, my phone started buzzing nonstop.
The screen lit up. It was a message from the family group chat called “Happy Family.”
I opened it and saw the newest message from Daniel.
[Sigh, I really don’t know what to say.]