The Triads are after me! i know to much...

With a name like the Angel Queen i thought i had nothing to worry about on my first day of work...i thought wrong. After i realized my boss Jason couldn't speak English i was more amused than concerned. True he was kind of creepy and always had this weird smile like he knew something i didn't. Once he tried to show me around the place it became obvious that he had no idea where anything was...or how to use the till...or what food was on the menu. That however didn't really seem to be a problem since the place didn't really seem to get any customers. Well, aside from the group of shady Asian men who hang around the back and go in and out of the kitchen on a regular basis. Still, i didn't think i had anything to worry about aside from bad tips. That is until Jason went into the kitchen to make some soup for a customer. A girl about my age came into the restaurant looking very agitated. she asked about the sign outside that said grand opening and asked to speak to the new manager. The little Asian girl i was working with went into the kitchen to get him and i told the girl that i probably wouldn't be much help to her considering it was my first day. At that comment she looked at me for a second like she was deciding whether she should say something or not and then told me to keep good track of my hours because she had worked here for a few weeks and its now been four months and she still hasn't been paid. At this point i should probably mention that i had agreed to be paid cash, under the table at the end of every week. The little Asian girl peeked her head out from the back to look at us and then ducked back into the kitchen. The girl who had come into the restaurant was getting more edgy by the second. "Is it still Jason who is managing this place?" she asked. when i nodded a reply she whispered "fuck I'm outta here" and made for the door. Before she left she turned back and yelled to me "GET OUT AS QUICK AS YOU CAN!" well i stood awkwardly behind the bar wondering what to do until Jason came out of the kitchen with the soup he was making. I served the customer and when i turned around i realized he had once again ducked into the kitchen without saying a word. 'This might be my only chance at escape' i thought to myself. i certainly wasn't going to stick around there all night, especially if chances were they weren't going to pay me anyways. i slowly walked to the coat rack by the kitchen and pretended to reached into my purse for my cell phone, looking into the kitchen i saw that Jason had his back to me and the other waitress was nowhere to be seen. At this i grabbed my purse, booked it out the door and sprinted the four blocks home. I walked by the place three times this week and i still haven't seen a customer in there...there's gotta be something shady going on there...maybe drug smuggling or an Asian prostitution ring in the basement. I can tell you one thing tho, they make a killer lemon curry soup.