I was fired for fixing a poor old woman’s car for free. “That’s why you’re still poor!” my boss sneered. I went home broke and defeated. Days later, an unknown number called. “I have a job offer for you, but you need to come in for an interview immediately—tonight.” When I arrived, what happened made me freeze. It wasn’t an interview; it was a state-of-the-art auto shop, and my name was on the sign above the door. Turns out the “poor old woman” wasn’t poor—she was…
Chapter 1: The Cost of Conscience They say that grease stains are permanent, that once they settle into the fibers of your clothes or the […]
