The next day, Jack couldn't wait any longer.
He sent me a "simplified version" of his business plan along with a detailed funding request sheet.
Fifty million totals, split into three installments.
He even thoughtfully suggested that, to avoid my parents noticing, I should transfer the money in smaller batches.
I stared at the document.
It listed everything in detail. Rent for a premium office tower, staff salaries, marketing budgets, and even luxury cars for him and Chloe.
At that moment, it was crystal clear.
He wasn't treating me like a partner.
He was treating me like an endless ATM.
I didn't agree immediately. Instead, I left him hanging for two days.
During those two days, he completely lost composure.
He sent me message after message. Sometimes sweet talk, sometimes life
