Leon had kept his eye on you. You were essentially nothing but a maid. You cleaned up quietly and followed orders and you did your job far better than needed with your shitty payout because you couldn’t afford to quit. Leon, though, could see how poorly you were treated. He drew the line when a worker had dumped hot coffee over you all because you had forgotten an extra packet of sugar. You’d run off to the bathroom in a frenzy, and he followed, knocking on the door worriedly.