Cyril's POV
My journey home was very quiet. After receiving that mail from the investors, I lost my cool. I didn't expect such feedback. I became devastated at once. For such a long time, I sat without saying a word, oblivious of my environment. I had forgotten Chris and I were meant to be celebrating. For a moment, I saw myself sitting alone in the bar.
All the questions going through my mind were questions based on why my proposal was rejected. It was a short while, and it felt like my hopes were being crushed into tiny pieces. It took me a while to process the mail I had received.
What in the world did I just read?
What did I do wrong?
What did or didn't I do that I was supposed to do?
Was there something I could have done better? Well, obviously. I just didn't know what or ho
