The conference room buzzed with quiet energy as I followed Jacob inside, armed with my notes, my laptop, and the creeping awareness that this pitch could make or break my credibility. It was still my first day, and here I was—about to pitch my own concept in front of billionaires and booze barons. Casual.
"Okay," Jacob said, placing a hand on my shoulder as we stepped up to the long-polished table. "This is where the real fun begins."
Seated at the head of the table were Thomas and Theodore, the twin co-CEOs of FireWater Drinks. Same dark hair, same sharp jawlines, same expensive-but-rugged energy—like they belonged on the cover of a whiskey ad shot on a mountain.
But while Thomas looked like he wanted to go chop wood shirtless, Theo had more of a polished charm. The married one, based
