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

Ryder wiped his hands and walked outside.

“Mr. Sterling?”

Theodore held out his hand. “Mr. Callaway.”

His handshake was firm. Not performative.

“I owe you an apology,” Theodore said.

Ryder felt Milo and two customers watching from inside the bay. “For what?”

“For my daughter.”

Ryder did not know what to do with that. “She was upset.”

“She was wrong.”

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