They Fired Their Secret Boss

Summary

The people I was carpooling with wanted to kick me out. The only problem? It was my car.

Since three of my colleagues lived in my neighborhood, I’d suggested we carpool to work. To keep things from feeling awkward or like they owed me a massive favor, I told them the driver, Arthur, was a distant relative who happened to work nearby.

I had Arthur charge them a rate that was barely more than a bus pass. It was a steal, considering it saved them two hours of transit time and kept them out of the grueling Seattle rain.

For two months, everything was smooth. Or so I thought.