“So, there I am glaring at each other with my arch nemesis, Steve Mashburn, when his hot blonde wife approaches us with two glasses of white champagne. Steve stretches his arm out to reach for it when she hands it to me and says to him, ‘I’m sure you’re more than capable of getting your own glass of champagne,’ and it takes everything in me not to burst out laughing at his face.” I tell the people around the table my story back when I was still trying to start up my own company.
“What happened next Quin?” One of them asks.
“He looks at me so very angry you could see the veins form in his face, then he says, ‘I will help you fund your business after all.’ Just like that now I have a million-dollar company.” I said with pride. I was proud of my achievement after all I was able to pay back
