You Traded Gourmet Food For Poison
Language: en
For over a year, I’d been hooking my coworkers up with gourmet lunch boxes from my father’s high-end restaurant, The Miramar. It was a premium two-protein, two-side combo that normally retailed for eighteen dollars. I charged them only ten. Everyone was thrilled with the arrangement. Until Garrett, our new intern, arrived and looked at my lunch program as if he’d uncovered a heinous crime. "Ten bucks for a two-and-two combo? Are you kidding me? That’s highway robbery," Garrett announced to the open office, his voice dripping with righteous indignation. "I can get this made for five. If…