After gaining financial freedom, I had been generous to those around me.
I was slow to warm up to people, so Jane was the only real friend I had. She had married young, right after high school, and her husband, John, was equally unqualified and unskilled.
To ensure Jane didn’t struggle, I’d given John a cushy job in one of my departments, paying him $10,000 a month to do practically nothing. The only condition was that he treated her well.
Thanks to my influence, John was a model husband to Jane. And despite our friendship, I never told her how successful I had become.
Out of consideration for our friendship, I never told Jane that I had successfully started my own business and achieved financial freedom long ago.
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve brushed this off, but Jane’s next message sent me over the edge:
Jane: [Tomorrow, I’m setting Bree up with a balding old man. This is going to be hilarious. You guys better show up!]
She had sent the message to me by mistake.
“Ms. Lee? Are you still there?” my assistant cautiously asked.
I took a deep breath, telling my assistant to wait for my call.