Before I headed home last night, Benji and I agreed on my working hours. We also decided on having me take a few things from the store if I needed anything since I was doing unpaid work. As expected, I argued with him, but he had a firm look and wouldn’t take no for an answer. So last night, I was able to nab a free instant coffee, a bottle of milk, and a bag of chips. To reassure me, Benji said it would lighten his conscience at making a stranger work for him for free.
When another day rolled in, I felt eager to be heading out to do something in my exile. No one would expect to see a multi-million-dollar owner and CEO of the fastest growing business in the country working at a tiny convenience store in a small town in Montana.
On the drive to work, without any breakfast in my stomach,
