How Much Money Is Enough?

She came back to me angry. Not loud angry. The kind that's been sitting there for months. She talked about her business partner through her teeth. He came in late. He left early. She was working fifty or sixty hours a week, with young children waiting for her at the end of the day. She felt like she was carrying the business while he walked out the door at three.

Then he decided to sell. He had told her she would be the one to buy him out. Instead, he found another buyer who would pay much more.

"I hate him," she said. "I didn't know I could hate someone like this."