She Stole My 500 Clients,I Smiled and Handed Her My Empire

It was the third month I'd been ordering diet meals for my coworkers, and the customer count had climbed past five hundred.

Every day at noon, my father had five hundred portions delivered like clockwork.

A few staff members split them up floor by floor, making sure everyone had food in front of them within ten minutes.

My coworker Quinn Gable had been eyeing my little operation with envy. She bought one of the meals, snapped a photo, and posted it to the group chat.

"A few leaves of lettuce, a couple scraps of meat, and a handful of dead shrimp. No way this is worth $29.90."