Unmasking My Best Friend1

My friend, who started working right after school, married a wealthy man and became the envy of everyone in our social circle.

However, the guys she introduced me to for blind dates were all unattractive and low-quality men.

She would always say, “You shouldn’t be so picky. If someone wants you, just marry them!”

I never told her that I had started my own business and made a fortune.

At a celebration she threw for her newborn son, she publicly introduced me to a bald, divorced man with a kid.

I refused.

Frustrated, she asked if I was secretly interested in her husband instead.

I didn’t respond. I simply had my assistant fire her husband from the cushy job I’d given him at my company.

Since she had always seen me as a frenemy, I decided there was no point in continuing to pay her husband just to keep her happy.

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I had just signed a deal worth fifty million dollars when I noticed that I had missed dozens of calls from my “best friend,” Jane Marshall.

Curious, I called her back.

The moment she picked up, Jane’s voice was filled with frustration.