That’s why, when I started my small electronics business, I invited my close friend Paul to join me as a partner.
We had gone to school together, and I trusted him like a brother. Things went well in the beginning profits grew, and we even talked about opening a second branch.
But as months went by, I started noticing strange things. The stock records never matched the sales. Some suppliers said they had already been paid, yet our receipts showed otherwise.
When I asked Paul about it, he always had quick answers. I tried to ignore the red flags because I didn’t want to believe he could betray me.
Then one morning, I went to the shop and found it almost empty.
Laptops, phones, accessories — all gone. Paul’s phone was off. I stood there staring at the empty shelves, unable to breathe.
My best friend had taken everything and disappeared. I lost not just money but years of hard work and trust.
I sank into depression. My family had to help me with food and rent. Every time I saw our old business logo, my heart broke.
I tried to report the case, but Paul had gone to another town and started a new business with my stolen money. It was the most painful experience of my life.TO READ MORE, TAP HERE.