Series: My Landlord Mocked My 20-Year Business With an Industrial Scale at a Political Gala — Then I Handed Him a Gift Box That Ruined Us Both

Part 1 Those were the exact words spoken into a microphone by Councilman Marcus Holloway, my landlord of twenty years, during the Auburn Avenue Revitalization [more…]

I pushed open the heavy glass door of Auburn Avenue Bakery & Cultural Hub just before 6:00 AM. The familiar aroma of yeast and sugar [more…]

We ended up in a quiet booth at the 24-hour waffle house, the same one where Devon and I had first met a few weeks [more…]

The downtown office of Tobias Kincaid, Commercial Property Appraiser, smelled faintly of stale coffee and fear. Evelyn and I walked in like any other clients, [more…]

The municipal notice landed on the bakery’s counter with a soft thud, its red ink stark against the white paper. Marcus wasn’t playing games. It [more…]

The emergency closed-door meeting of the Auburn Avenue Merchants Association was held at the small community center down the street. I arrived expecting to find [more…]

The bakery was completely dark, save for the glow of Devon’s laptop screen. It was late, past midnight, and the only sounds were the hum [more…]

The self-storage facility on the outskirts of Atlanta was a desolate landscape of corrugated metal units under a flickering fluorescent light. Tobias Kincaid, huddled in [more…]

The downtown steakhouse was opulent, hushed, and completely out of place for a meeting with Marcus Holloway. He’d called me unexpectedly, insisting on a private [more…]

The morning sun beat down on the steps of Atlanta City Hall. A small crowd had gathered, mostly local news reporters and a few curious [more…]