I took over a shop that had sat vacant for three years and turned it into a seafood buffet restaurant.
Business exploded. I cleared $2.8 million in my first year.
Then my landlord got jealous. He showed up with a greasy smile：
“Myron Dickerson, your place is packed every single day. That's all thanks to my shop's prime location and the seafood-loving crowd around here. Now that you're raking it in, you wouldn't mind splitting half the profits with me, right?”
I said no.
The smile vanished. His true colors came out fast：
“Then pack your things and get out today. I'm running this place myself!”
He tore up our lease on the spot, leased the shop next door, knocked through the wall to expand, and opened his own seafood buffet. Then he came to gloat：
“Myron, I'll be straight with you. I already tracked down your seafood supplier and paid a premium to become their exclusive distributor on this street. Even if you try to open another seafood buffet nearby, you won't be able to source a thing. So sit back and watch me count my money!”
I just smiled.
He clearly had no idea. The only reason I'd turned his dead-end shop into a daily sellout was that every one of those customers worked for my dad's company.
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The moment Brendan James walked through my door, I knew it wasn't a social call.
In the entire year since I'd opened, he had come by exactly three times.
All three times, it was to raise the rent.
But I never expected him to go this far, to waltz in and demand half my profits outright.
I stared at him for a second, unable to believe what I'd just heard：
“Uncle Brendan, you're joking, right?”
“This place sat empty for three years without a single taker. I'm the one who bailed you out of your mortgage payments. You've already hiked the rent on me three times and I didn't say a word. And now you want half my profits?”
Brendan lifted his chin, completely unfazed：
“So what?”
“Your restaurant's only blowing up because of my shop's location. Giving me half is only fair.”
That was when his wife, Adela Lambert, strolled in behind him, her nose in the air：
“Exactly. This whole neighborhood is full of seafood lovers. You could tie a dog to the counter and it'd turn a profit. You got rich off our property, so handing over half is the least you can do.”
Watching the two of them tag-team me like this, I almost laughed at how absurd it was.
When I first signed the lease, this shop had been sitting empty for a full three years.
The street was part of a newly developed district where neither the commercial spaces nor the residential buildings had ever really taken off. Foot traffic was practically nonexistent. Every shop that had tried to make it here had gone under.
The day I sat down with the two of them to sign the contract, their hands were shaking：
“Myron, you have no idea. We had this place listed for three years and didn't get a single inquiry.”
“We're two old folks counting on this shop for our retirement. With no tenant, we've been eating the mortgage payments every month. It's been suffocating. You renting from us is literally saving our lives!”
“Don't you worry. The whole time you're leasing, we promise we won't raise the rent once. You can stay as long as you like!”
Hearing all that, I signed a three-year lease on the spot.
My dad's company was only half a mile down the street.
Over a thousand employees, and figuring out where to eat lunch every day had always been a headache.
When I heard they were all seafood fanatics, I figured I'd go all in and open a seafood buffet.
From day one, the place was packed. The lunch line from my dad's company stretched down the entire block.
Once Brendan and Adela saw that kind of traffic, the jealousy set in.
The first rent hike came in my second month of business.
They picked the busiest lunch rush on purpose to come find me with their demand.
The dining hall had been packed with customers watching us that day. I didn't want to make a scene, and I'd already sunk hundreds of thousands into renovations. Walking away would've been a dead loss, so I agreed.
The second and third times, they pulled the exact same move.
Every single time, they waited until the restaurant was at peak capacity to corner me in front of a crowd.
Then came this time. I'd just finished tallying the annual financials when they showed up demanding half the profits.
But this time, I was done caving：
“And if I say no?”
Brendan's smile froze, and the mask dropped in an instant. His voice turned vicious：
“Then you pack your things and get out of my shop today. I'm taking it back. The lease is done!”
I frowned slightly：“Uncle Brendan, we signed a three-year lease. The contract isn't up yet, and you're already trying to break it?”
Brendan let out a derisive snort：
“So what if I am?”
“Go ahead and sue me!”
Adela chimed in with a cold smirk：
“Exactly. Drag it through the courts for a year or two, and your restaurant sits empty the whole time. No business, no income. The only one bleeding money will be you.”
The moment I heard that, it clicked：
“So you never came here to negotiate. You'd already decided to take my shop and run it yourselves?”
They'd even mapped out the lawsuit scenario. There was no way this was spontaneous.
Brendan didn't bother hiding it anymore：
“That's right!”
“This property is ours. We rent it when we want, we take it back when we want. That's how it works.”
Adela stood there with her hands on her hips, brazen as ever：
“Exactly. And stop acting like we wronged you. Without us, how would you have ever made millions in a year?”
“If you had an ounce of self-awareness, you'd be on your knees thanking us.”
On my knees thanking them.
In under a year, they'd jacked the rent from eight thousand to twenty thousand a month, more than double what any other shop on this street was paying.
And they actually believed I was the one getting the better deal?
I had no interest in arguing anymore. I asked one last time：
“You're sure you want to do this?”
Brendan tilted his chin up, nostrils flared, dripping with contempt：
“What, you think we're bluffing?”
As if to prove his point, he pulled out the lease we'd signed and ripped it to shreds right in front of me.
“The contract's gone. Starting today, this shop belongs to us.”
Then he jabbed a finger toward the storefront next door：
“See that place? We already leased it. Five-year contract, signed and sealed. Once you're out, we're knocking the wall down and opening a seafood buffet twice the size of yours. Bigger, better, the whole nine yards.”
That space used to be a BBQ joint. It was twice the square footage of my restaurant, and the rent wasn't cheap either.
Because it was so large, the place had sat vacant for over a year after the last business folded. Nobody would touch it.
Then, just a few days ago, the "For Lease" sign came down and renovations started.
I'd wondered at the time who had the guts to take on a space that big on a street this quiet. Now I knew. It was Brendan.
Thinking about how much capital he was sinking into this, I couldn't help asking：
“You're really that confident you can pull it off?”
Brendan didn't hesitate：
“Of course.”
“I've been watching your operation for a while now. Your whole business model is just buying seafood, laying it out, and letting customers serve themselves. They grab what they want, boil it or grill it on their own. There's zero skill involved.”
“So I tracked down your suppliers and paid a premium to become their exclusive distributor on this street. From now on, they won't sell to you. Even if you wanted to open another seafood buffet nearby to compete with me, you couldn't.”
“With steady foot traffic and zero competition, how could I possibly fail?”
Adela chimed in, brimming with the same smugness：
“Exactly. People around here love seafood. Now we've taken back the shop and locked up your supply chain. Everything your restaurant had, we'll have too, except our space is bigger and nicer.”
“If you could make the place a hit, why can't we?”
Credit where it was due: these two were ruthless.
Not only were they stealing my shop, they'd cut off my supply line too.
Any ordinary business owner might've been ruined for good.
Too bad for them, they'd picked the wrong guy to mess with.
They saw my seafood buffet packed to the walls every single day, but what they didn't know was that those customers had come for me specifically.
More importantly, just yesterday my dad had called to tell me his employees were sick of seafood after a solid year of all-you-can-eat buffets. They couldn't even look at shrimp without gagging. He'd asked if I could switch up the menu.
Since Brendan and Adela were so confident they could make their seafood buffet work, I saw no reason to burst that bubble.
“Fine. The shop's all yours. I'm done here.”
“Best of luck with the business.”
My easy agreement caught them off guard. Brendan and Adela exchanged a glance, suspicion flickering in both their eyes.
Brendan's brows pinched together, like he was afraid I was pulling something：
“You're really just going to pack up and leave?”
I didn't answer. Instead, right in front of them, I called a moving company：“Hi, I need to move out of a commercial space today. Could you send a truck over as soon as possible?”
Once I'd worked out the details, I texted them the address, hung up, and turned back to Brendan and Adela：
“Satisfied?”
Brendan's brows relaxed. He let out a cold snort：
“Smart move.”
“Now hurry it up. Don't waste our time when we've got money to make.”
With that, he and Adela strutted out, victory plastered across their faces.
The moment they were gone, every employee in the restaurant crowded around me, voices overlapping in outrage：
“Boss, our lease isn't even up yet! Those two just kicked us out. That's straight-up bullying.”
“Right? Nobody wanted this dump before you came along. You built this place from nothing, and now they swoop in to take it? How is that fair?”
Rainey Abbott, the cashier, was the most fired up of all：
“Boss, let's sue them! I've got a friend who's a killer attorney. Let him make them pay!”
I waved her off：“No need.”
After all, I wanted a front-row seat to watch them try to run a seafood buffet.
If I sued them, I'd miss the show.
Rainey pressed on：“Then what's the plan, boss? Are we really just going to take this lying down and let them walk all over us?”
I smiled：“Of course not.”
I walked to the front entrance and pointed at the vacant three-story building across the street：
“See that building?”
Everyone followed my gaze：
“That old shopping center? The one that shut down? It's been sitting empty for years.”
I stared at it, a quiet edge creeping into my voice：
“Starting tomorrow, it won't be empty anymore.”
Every head in the room snapped toward me, eyes wide with shock.
