I walked in, sat down, lit a cigarette, and stared at his face. “Son, I’ve had someone look over my contract and it says that I’m your employee. That can’t be right, can it? How can I be an employee? I’m your partner. Your wife. We created this whole thing together and neither of us had anything when we met, so tell me they’re wrong.” Staring at me and lighting one of his stupid cigars, he didn’t say a word. “I want my half of the money, Son. I’m only asking for what’s fair.” I had worked my entire life from being a teenager to now and I had made nothing. I wanted what I’d earned. But his eyes
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