The Breakfast Betrayal: A Billionaire Heiress's Revenge
Language: en
I was a day student at an elite private high school, and for one whole semester, I supplied breakfast for the entire class. Five-dollar gourmet breakfast burritos packed with steak and eggs, and seven-dollar artisanal bagels with smoked salmon. But when I went to collect the money at the end of the week, Sarah, the class president, threw a bagel right in my face. " The burrito truck down the street only charges five bucks. You charged us seven. You netted three grand this semester. Pay us back!" I explained that the ingredients were imported and prepared by my family's private chef. If…