Trust and Betrayal

I don’t know if you ever forget the first time you got burned hard, by a colleague. Memorial Day, 1998. I’d been managing Uncle Julios, the Tex-Mex restaurant we dubbed the million-dollar taco stand on the corner of North and…
I don’t know if you ever forget the first time you got burned hard, by a colleague. Memorial Day, 1998. I’d been managing Uncle Julios, the Tex-Mex restaurant we dubbed the million-dollar taco stand on the corner of North and…