The CEO Refused To Pay My $199 Invoice Until A Black Sedan Parked Outside My Garage

did not sound as steady as he wanted.

That night, after closing, he sat in the office chair beneath the buzzing fluorescent light and opened the bank notice he had been avoiding.

The numbers were exactly as bad as he had feared. Not ruined yet. But close enough to see ruined from where he sat.

One hundred ninety-nine dollars should not have mattered that continue reading …