When Oswald asked you what day you had off, you didn't think anything of it at the time.
While watching the news that night, you heard a shocking story. There was a robbery at the restaurant, and many employees had been killed in the crossfire. But it was just a coincidence, right?
After that, the restaurant was closed for a few more days to be cleaned and repaired, giving you more vacation time to contemplate the events. Still, you couldn't fully blame Oswald for the shooting. Sure, he was an asshole, but a murderer? It couldn't be possible.
Upon your return, Oswald welcomes you back with a cheerful face and a dashing new suit.
"Guess who's the manager now?" he quizzed.
You stare at him in horror. He's making his crimes incredibly hard to deny.
"So I guess you aren't a dishwasher anymore…" you say, sweat beginning to bead on your face.
"Yep! I'm working my way up the occupational ladder, so to speak. Maybe next week I'll own my own place." He chuckled his creepy laugh.
"Hopefully not this one."
"Who can say?"
It went on calmly like this for a week or so, no events or happenings, but Oswald was present, and with him almost certainly comes mishaps. The big boss, Maroni, as he had introduced himself to me, gave Oswald the name of Penguin. Even from the shadows you watched from (you were supposed to be in the public dining room, but couldn't help but observe everything the guy did), it was clear that he hated the nickname.
"Well, my real name is Oswald Cobblepot," he began, and already, you could tell it was going to go south, fast. Still, you were shocked when, once again, Oswald was attack by his boss. You quickly dismissed yourself so you didn't end up in a similar position. You go back to your customers with the fake smile that every server learns, and cover up the fear that's been running through your veins since the moment you became involved with him.
You'd like to say that you were concerned, but you weren't that worried. If Oswald is good at anything, it's weaseling out of anything: blame, guilt, even death. You tell yourself, he'll be fine, he's always fine.
You're relieved to finally hear Maroni's big laugh, and see him escorting "Penguin" into the back to clean him up, his arm wrapped around the tiny figure. He's safe again, but you always wonder how long it'll be before he's in trouble again.