I rubbed my temples, scanning through the quarterly reports. The numbers stared back at me - decent revenue growth but nothing earth-shattering. Just another beauty brand trying to compete in an oversaturated market.
Scarlett had pitched her company to me back in business school. Back then, she'd shown promise—a sharp mind, clear vision, and solid understanding of market dynamics. We'd been classmates, and I'd seen potential in her business plan. The beauty industry was booming, and her approach seemed innovative enough.
"Biggest mistake of my life," I muttered, closing the financial statements.
Not the investment itself—that had paid off decently. No, the mistake was sleeping with her six months after signing the deal. One drunken night after celebrating a successful product launch, su
