Friends Like These

Summary

I had sunk a quarter of a million dollars into a beauty salon with my college friends. My money, their sweat.

But when it came time to split the profits, one of them decided I hadn't done enough. That I didn’t deserve my share. She wanted to nickel-and-dime me, to force me out.

Turn a profit, then cut me loose? Start tallying up every cent?

Fine. I stripped that salon bare the very next day. Sent their clients packing. Called the landlord.

You want to count? Let’s count. Let’s count it all.